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The sleeper

By TF | Published: August 26, 2009
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 [...]
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Intercourse

By TF | Published: August 21, 2009
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. We have [...]
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Television

By TF | Published: August 20, 2009
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 on [...]
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Washing up

By TF | Published: August 19, 2009
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 liking [...]
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Eating

By TF | Published: August 18, 2009
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 feeling [...]
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Showering

By TF | Published: August 17, 2009
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 functions [...]
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