Thursday, January 15, 2009

Fan light, shaken and looking for me.

1. I lean out into the dark and cold to pick up the milk bottle from the doorstep. The only warmth in the world is next door's fan light.

2. Standing on the bridge when a goods train goes by. The path shakes.

3. Eerie fields, mist settled in hollows. I look straight up and blue sky sky peers back, trying to see where I am.

Listen, justified and fennel.

1. We've put him between us in the centre of the screen, and now we just have to listen while he tells the doc all the things he won...