ACROSS THE UNIVERSE



Much merriment and joy to y'all wherever ye may be across the universe or on this crazy globe. Sorry I haven't had time to get around individually to say Happy Christmas and all, you know how it is this time of year. Would have been fun to have shared a festive beverage with you! One day perhaps.

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UN HOMME DANS UNE GARE ISOLEE




Sitting in the back of a taxi, I took a final bite from one of those really disappointing apples that looks great on the outside, but in actual fact is really all floury and pah on the inside. I still, however, had three bites, but this was the last, knowingly awful one. I pondered the feeling of being disproportionately let down by the apple.

I discretely let it drop to the floor of the cab, even though I knew the driver couldn't see, and, pretty much guiltlessly, slowly pushed it underneath his seat, knowing, but at this particular point in my life, not really caring, that in a few days it would be smelly and brown. With as much brain power as I could muster, I willed the radio to play 'Fade To Grey' by Visage. After at least two minutes of concentration, I grew tired and sang it in my mind instead. Why did I say yes to tonight?

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58 SECONDS



I wrote something today, lying here on the stone, in the sun. When I had finished, I turned over onto my back, only to find, typically, that a cluster of clouds had rudely gathered and were blocking out the sun. I stared up a little annoyed (only a little though), and spotted two balloons that had escaped the notsotight clutch of a little person. One looked black, the other looked pink. Pink seemed to be chasing Black, though in reality I assume they were in fact tied together, and their distance away from me was confusing me, making me susceptible to flights of fancy. I thought of you, and then of us running away.

Once the eloping balloons had shrunk to sesame seed size, I decided that I would count until they disappeared. Shortly the Shark Patrol helicopter flew over, and I was briefly distracted by thoughts of a paradisiacal swimming ending in disaster. If you could have seen me at this point, I would have been glancing to the left and frowning. When I looked back up to the sky, the balloons had vanished. I guess after all that was their aim. I felt a sense of smug completion. Then the cat came and started biting at the end of my pencil. His breath smelt.

I FEEL I HAVE LOST A PART OF MYSELF, YET HAVE FOUND ANOTHER

DESIRED CONSTELLATION