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Forms

Each holding a corner of the rug, they carry him, sleeping, ashore. Finally, he is home. On the dock, as the men loaded the ship to the sound of thunder, he looked to his island, invisible on the horizon, and clenched a thick fist. The smell of his land, carried on the wind, inspired memories of another [...]
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Almost worn through

Red Converse Chuck Taylor All-Stars. Black Chuck Taylors, a tear on the inside. Mauve slip-ons exposing the top of the foot. Dirty Dunlop Volleys. Cabbage-white thick-soled runners. Black lace-ups with a white squiggle for a brand. Matt-black leather work shoes. Blue and white Nike Airmax TNs. Lipstick-red stilettos, a small opening at the toe. Laceless black leather [...]
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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. We have [...]
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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 on [...]
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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 liking [...]
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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 feeling [...]
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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 functions [...]
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