Saturday, 24 October 2009


I pass through time like a dark ship passing through fog. No landmarks hove into view, no horizon cuts the grey weather. The stars have closed their eyes and the wind has held its breath. I am propelled forward unknown and unknowable, a mystery fleck, a jot of flotsam, a fragment of mammalian flesh, leaving nothing but the insubstantial froth of a short lived wake that merges into the murky ocean, a single seascape, in which all evidence that I ever lived is sure to drown.


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