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Author: Oli | Added: Feb 17 2001 | Views/Reads: 3798/2202 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
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Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story I don’t keep appointments any more. I am not inclined towards a single appointment in my life anymore, so I never feel like I’m in a hurry and I never give a fuck about being late. But I never get bored because every moment is just exactly like the last and so I can just sit here and look down on it all in neutral. As long as I’m empty- headed and I don’t stare too far – but then it’s pretty hard when you’re looking down a line where everything is so totally flat. So instead of doing this I just stand and stare straight down, just daring to get involved and I’m staring with some kind of morbid fascination right at it. And because it’s raining, it’s just sort of lying there collapsed into a puddle, and the yellowed flaps it has are lifting briefly, feebly, peeling up then down. There are tiny splashes and a gentle slapping sound and when I hear that it makes me want to weep. It could be the wind that’s doing it or it could be moving under its own force, but it looks too pathetic all the same. I walk around it and it’s other parts and my eyes are clouding over. The centre of it is boiled and pregnant. A pale bloated sack, and it nearly makes me wretch to look upon it. Spilled-out and coagulating on the ground right in front of me, ages steeped in ‘aborted’, ‘destroyed.’ When I get on the tube and then off the tube and walk for a while and get out my keys and get into my flat just like I do every day I can’t settle, and I spend a lot of time walking around a small room smoking. I walk around looking at the objects that are there and sometimes I pick some of them up and then they seem more animate or I feel more inert but either way, I get about a six-second result. Otherwise they stun with a presence so unjustified, so individuated that I could easily get scared – scared of my lighter, scared of my big red fucking candle. Tweet
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