quiet times, with you, some time ago, beside you and the heavy books you follow daily: every morning - at your transparent top worktable; every evening in the bed, where my legs are covered with a quilt, not a thin, rough blanket. i dig a little space for myself, nuzzling beside your little waist sometimes, like a little worm who has found its hole ( Read more... )

Lack of sleep. After laying in bed for hours trying to shut down sectors of the brain that keep me awake, the opposite would often occur. The brain refuses to cease its activity, often looping catchy rhythms or flashes of memories from the past. I try to blank it out by listening to the ambient sounds around me - the flow of the air conditioning, ( Read more... )

revisiting PD with rebecca


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there isn't much to do without a job this week but to find people to sit with, drive around with. judging from the metering system i have driven perhaps 300 kilometres these past few days, my eyes get watery from staring at the roads so much. they say the journey is what matters but on KL roads this isn't the case - too much traffic jams and bad ( Read more... )

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We walk up the stairs together at the back of the shop lot, enter through the back door. There is much darkness involved, moving without a sound - the secret visitor. He leaves using the same entrance. I wave him off, door still open ( Read more... )

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