It’s a sultry summer afternoon. It’s been a long time since I was properly awake. How long? Half a year perhaps. I keep part of me numb, neglected. I don’t let it rise, wake, talk to me, think and make decisions in my life. That part is me, perhaps. Perhaps that part hides the happiness …
Month: May 2007
Poop
Think about the word. Say it to yourself a few times, roll it around your head, get the feel, bathe your thoughts in it, imagine its texture, colour, smell and properties until the inside of your head is revoltingly dirty. Today I found some shit in the second floor bathroom, in the toilet. I felt …
One Life 