Archive for March, 2008

Into the white

They’re wait­ing. As I reside in the muffled still­ness of an all too rare sun-dappled after­noon and silently mouth my prayer for peace, I can sense their pres­ence out­side the door. Wait­ing for me. A snak­ing line of three hun­dred and thirty-three fig­ures queues along the dark cor­ridor, round the bend and down the stairs. They […]

Random acts of stationery #36

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First day, last day, every day

Okay. So you wake up. You wake up, you yawn, you scratch your­self. You peel sleep crys­tals from the corners of your eyes. You check that your body is gen­er­ally intact, as you left it the night before, before it was tossed this way and that in dream­time or night­mare hours. You run your fingers […]