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I like the resolutions of friends. I think of this standing in the garden shed just as it gets dark. Among the spades and scythes, the boxes of old tennis racquets, the impossible lawn chairs. Everything takes on a new character so that while I am suddenly dead, they are alive.
Later, I sit in the dark in my parents' room, backed up against the louvre doors, the birdsong building. It is a flat and altered landscape; edge of mantlepiece, pair of china leopards, oak tree painting. Final exams are in a week and yet there is no sense of urgency, I am funny and unimportant. It is cup final day and we lie over the kitchen counter, pretending the crowds are here in this house.
Later, I sit in the dark in my parents' room, backed up against the louvre doors, the birdsong building. It is a flat and altered landscape; edge of mantlepiece, pair of china leopards, oak tree painting. Final exams are in a week and yet there is no sense of urgency, I am funny and unimportant. It is cup final day and we lie over the kitchen counter, pretending the crowds are here in this house.