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pink for the body, blue for the sky
chapter xi: the window does not trap what it views At the wilderness fundraiser we are third from the top, through no merit of our own. We are a last-minute substitution, they’ve bought tickets expecting more
je dis, elle dit, edit
I feel widowed. I am winnowing. Dancing through this manuscript one last time with my tiny stave ~ of ink ~ finding out the hollow places where the old log gives ~ and pressing down more
pessimist the point
Pessimists (cynics) invariably believe they are 'realists' and therefore can smugly feel that optimists must sooner or later knuckle down ~ that is, be beaten down by 'reality' & 'experience' ~ and join them. I've more
kingship vs kinship
I hated twitter for a long time before I realised I knew nothing about it. What a snob. I had pictured a whole lot of people chatting about nothing - but had no personal experience more
mind your peas & queue
I realise it is an insufferable habit to peer into other people's shopping trolleys and make guesses about their state of torpor and poor little stolid fat inactive kids as a result. And many people more
waste land wastes us
In a sense it is true that every inch of every block of every city centre we have is wasted. As we've made a lot of cities - that's a lot of real estate. That's more
built from junk
I wonder if the reason we are all so fascinated by vampires is that we are vampires, slowly draining the blood from our land.  By our habits we suck the life out of the soil, more
praying mantlepiece
Girl on the tram, to her friend: "It made me wanna throw up. And not in a good way."