Heat, sticky. Mind the gap x2. Behind the yellow line on the red line. Ruin transfer rumble crash squeak. Posh voice. Beep whoosh. Why have I been writing for others to read? - that was never the point. St Paul's. Hungry - what shall I eat? What am I hungry for? Why am I empty. Crash beep whoosh. Bounce inspiration not coming. Why are there so many beautiful people in the city? I fit even less here than elsewhere. Grill reflected in the screen bouncing as I write. Chancery lane. Hand hurts - I should move it, but it is good to feel something other than the dull ache inside. Holborn - 1 more stop. Stoat Ealing Broadway Piccadilly piccalilli. Exchange. Comics soon...
Thursday, 5 August 1999
Beep
1999-08-05T17:00:00+01:00
Russell Heilling
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