3. I watched. You watched? You’re sick! Maybe. I couldn’t look away. What did it look like? …Like a volcano. An underwater volcano. A volcano under water? Was there a lot? Yes. I hate needles. It makes me sick to look. I couldn’t look away. I looked once. I felt so sick afterwards. What did it look like? I don’t know…Just blood squirting into a...
2. I stood on my toes and peered into the wrong end of a telescope. It seemed as though I was alone so took a moment shifting, moving closer, squinting with one eye, then the other, then both. Looking down rather than up I imagined I was on the moon and that the lights below me were the Earth.
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Kurt Vile - Baby’s Arms
From the memories, journals and letters of my father, 1979 “Dear Boop, Dee, Phip, Dids, Ging, Uncle, Steg, Dogs; before I tell the story of Bordeaux, I’ll quote from a passage I read yesterday. ‘Travelling is a spontaneous university.” It was September, grape picking season in the south of France- where my father had now found himself coming down from a week long high in Paris. A little...