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Monthly Archives: September 2007
“On Monday morning, Paxton was woken at five from a claustrophobic, anxious sleep by the weight of his worry. After disentangling himself from the sweaty unwelcome embrace of his patchwork quilt, he padded over to his bedroom window and pressed his nose forlornly against the glass. The sky was clear and dark and sparkling – there was, as yet, no sign of the sun.”
Jo (who I won’t link coz she hasn’t updated since March; maybe it’s just me, but I think her blog’s dead) told me the other week that my posts had become very cryptic this year.
I knew what she meant. But at the same time I was kind of bemused.
My posts have always been very cryptic. Sometimes they’ve been so cryptic that I didn’t even get them properly myself until ages afterwards.
This one here is a perfect example. I’m really not at all sure why I’m writing this – but I just know I’ll look at it in four months time, or in 2012, or whenever, and go “Ah, I see!! Ingenious, Teigs.”
Brains are funny.
I – which is to say, a close personal friend of mine – keeps getting sent zombie invitations on Facebook.
I don’t know what that’s about either.
Between sleep and waking, when you’re everyone and everything and nowhere and nothing.
You’re free. It’s nice. I used to live there.
I miss it when I relapse into the delusion of being a specific person.
It’s coming and it’s going.
The dirtballs in your pockets and take off both your shoes, etc.
That happened fast.
Here is a picture of ~‘s stuff in the hall, just before we moved it all out earlier this evening:
Today is the first day of spring. Happy spring!
Now I need a new one. But first the bathroom has to be renovated. The bath is sinking and tiles keep falling out of the wall. It’s no good.
What else? Um, I’ve been selected for jury duty, which is weird. I didn’t even realise we had jury duty in this country. I guess they have to get jurors from somewhere.