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Armadillo
Sasha comes in in his green lacoste shorts. I have never really seen a colour like it, spearmint with all the bright complexity of a lime. Zuri turns up late. I love her domed blue cheeks ( Read more... ) -
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I am fairly unhappy. I go into the agency and Helen tells me about all these amazing jobs they have and I smile at her and choose a few to make her happy. I imagine somebody coming in and taking me away. I imagine weird things ( Read more... ) -
A handshake.
You know that the peony is Jeannin's, the hollyhock belongs to Quost, but the sunflower is somewhat my own. And after all I should like to go on exchanging my things with Gauguin even if sometimes it would cost me also rather dear.
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I moved to London to find a job, or at least to try and think of something to do. For the longest time I have just been dossing around; temping, going out all the time, running. All the money I make is spent on rent and tube tickets - Karol cooks enough for everybody and doesn't ask for anything in return but I know there is really no point in ( Read more... ) -
Christmas
The platform is shielded by fog and a bank of brown ferns and I stand in the phone box that smells of piss and call home. Noone answers of course but it's only a couple of easy, downhill miles and I just want to get on with it, get home. The valley is sunlogged and weird. A thick-set and benign black spaniel appears in the middle of the road, like ( Read more... ) -
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Jan spends most of her time in New York now. I haven't asked Karol if they've split up, it seems like a stupid question - she is gone, and the walls say Janeczka, Janeczka. I always used to think how strange they were together; Jan with her thick, sarcastic voice, her sharp cat-face, and constant, downtrodden Karol, his almost medieval ( Read more... ) -
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I feel like a different person now. I think most of you probably added me because of a few stupid entries about the English countryside or my family or some other nonsense - I don't know why, in fact. The truth is, the countryside has left me completely unprepared for ordinary life, it has left me unable to interact with people, made me into this ( Read more... ) -
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In my grim little room, I put Dutch landscapes on the walls and in a certain light they are like church windows, cold and golden and sad. I have been running and walking alot lately, I don't know if it's a reaction to having lived in the city, or if it is just a way of trying to save myself. Something like washing the dishes or brushing my teeth, ( Read more... ) -
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Now that I am thin, they all love me again. It makes me sad for humanity. Mmmmmmario knocks his fingers against my face like a blind person and it makes me sad for my old self; the girl in large jumpers, the invisible girl, the girl who managed to avoid doing all the best, fun things in life. I want to hold her ( Read more... )
