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On the train – part II
Talking, sonorous and clear. Ringing of a mobile phone. Crackling talkback on a portable radio. Beer bottles in plastic bags clink as the train jolts. Chatter and laughter rises from the back of the carriage. Opening and closing of a window. It slaps open and slaps shut. “Are you listening? What are you doing while [...]
Night out
You know those nights when you’re out and enough liquid to extinguish a small wildfire has filtered through your body and you were with your friends but you’ve lost them among the thumping and flashing of the club because there’s a girl you can’t take your eyes off solely because she can’t take her eyes [...]
Ruins
The children lie asleep in the dawn light. She, their mother, stands against the wall, out of the mirrored dressing table’s gaze. When the call had come, piercing her sleep, she slid a hand across the cold bed to discover she was alone under the sheets. In the darkness, she fumbled for the phone then [...]
The sleeper
He can’t sleep without the video, beamed onto the wall from a projector on the ceiling. He watches it propped up against the bedhead, a pillow at his back, the blanket pulled up to his stomach. A hand works across the page, making the level of light in the room flicker and change. The sound [...]
Intercourse
More or Less part V I ruined it because for seven or eight months I didn’t try and she didn’t ask. There is not an explanation – I was simply not in the mood for the entire time and I think she interpreted this as the crossing of an invisible threshold, maybe one of age. [...]
Television
More or Less part IV There is nothing on. Of course, there are things on – when nobody at all is awake to watch there are still things, images, on the screen if the television is turned ‘ON’. I mean nothing I am interested in is on. This annoys me greatly – my night depends [...]
Washing up
More or Less part III I rinse with hot water. It stings my skin but I have grown accustomed to it. The pain is a good thing – it’s cleansing. It means my cutlery, plates, bowls and pots are being cleaned and sterilised. Sometimes I have to pull my hand away. I think of my [...]
Eating
More or Less part II At the stroke of 12.30, I leave my desk and take my lunch out of the kitchen fridge. The apogee of my day is not home time – rather, it is this oasis in the middle of the day. I imagine my feelings about lunchtime to be equivalent to the [...]
Showering
More or Less part I On weekends, usually Sunday and depending what I’m doing that day, I step more or less out of the water and, with a bar of soap wrapped in a face-washer, I lather myself up, chest and arms first then working my way down. I lather myself completely. This has two [...]
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