March 2011
Oh god Mum has the Moët and is calling me to a toast on the veranda. I’m wearing a towel. I am not in the mood for this.
I’d hate to die in good health.
“I LIVE WHERE EVER I AM.”
“Did you ever, in that wonderland wilderness of adolesence, ever, quite...”
– Truman Capote (somnambulatorie)
I remember where I came from. There were burning buildings and a fiery red sea. I remember all my lovers, I remember how they held me.
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I look up — there’s a tree and a small brown bird, Even the sparrows have built a nest. But we, poor fools, have built nothing. What a shame not to know that you’re dying… Tell us we’re dying. Tell us again.
