Long pause between posts owing to house moving and a lack of internet connection for over six weeks. Most frustrating. The intervening period has however furnished me with some new and skewed meanderings inside the subconscious underworld. The first, as you can guess from the reference to a certain daily newspaper, is from a while ago. The second (a double post to make up for the absence) came from a book I found whilst packing that contains notes on a defunct record label, conversations not appropriate for verbal discussion and occasional nocturnal recollections.
15.
A warehouse, not dissimilar to Asda, where everything comes in multicoloured stacked boxes. Most boxes hold copies of The Times. I tell someone that they're not selling because they're not as cool as the new Berliner format Guardian (depressing how sad I am even in dreams). Later, am on an island, a little like the one in Lost. At one point I even ask when Walt is coming back. There are a crack team of commandos after us for an unspecified reason. I kill a few but they track my movements in the dark by following the floating yellow balls I leave in the sky. This is out of my control. A helicopter chases me and a group of people I have teamed up with. Smoke is dropped. I die at some point. Later still, on the other side of the same island I am alive once more, and being pursued by people who can fly. I hide out in a run down zoo, where the animals are old and knackered. A tiger tells me he is the king. I ignore him, largely because two men pursue me on to a roof. They are then called back to base by an unknown bureaucracy.
16.
In Lincoln, and also Amsterdam. First off, the cast of Eastenders have all swallowed bleach. I phone for an ambulance. No-one around me seems to care. I go outside, where Matthew Hyde is having a fight with some tall man. I stand by and watch until a petrol bomb goes off nearby. Outside Chris' place a little later, I joke with the arsonist. In Amsterdam I joke with a lady who also did a PhD at York. I leave trousers on her floor. Later, I am buying beer in a shop by a telephone booth I remember from an actual trip to Amsterdam. I go inside to look at it closer; it's warm and Robert Redford is using it in a film he's making. It is also incredibly dusty. After leaving, I buy gingerbread men for Zoe in an odd shop run by the child of the woman who did a PhD at York.
15.
A warehouse, not dissimilar to Asda, where everything comes in multicoloured stacked boxes. Most boxes hold copies of The Times. I tell someone that they're not selling because they're not as cool as the new Berliner format Guardian (depressing how sad I am even in dreams). Later, am on an island, a little like the one in Lost. At one point I even ask when Walt is coming back. There are a crack team of commandos after us for an unspecified reason. I kill a few but they track my movements in the dark by following the floating yellow balls I leave in the sky. This is out of my control. A helicopter chases me and a group of people I have teamed up with. Smoke is dropped. I die at some point. Later still, on the other side of the same island I am alive once more, and being pursued by people who can fly. I hide out in a run down zoo, where the animals are old and knackered. A tiger tells me he is the king. I ignore him, largely because two men pursue me on to a roof. They are then called back to base by an unknown bureaucracy.
16.
In Lincoln, and also Amsterdam. First off, the cast of Eastenders have all swallowed bleach. I phone for an ambulance. No-one around me seems to care. I go outside, where Matthew Hyde is having a fight with some tall man. I stand by and watch until a petrol bomb goes off nearby. Outside Chris' place a little later, I joke with the arsonist. In Amsterdam I joke with a lady who also did a PhD at York. I leave trousers on her floor. Later, I am buying beer in a shop by a telephone booth I remember from an actual trip to Amsterdam. I go inside to look at it closer; it's warm and Robert Redford is using it in a film he's making. It is also incredibly dusty. After leaving, I buy gingerbread men for Zoe in an odd shop run by the child of the woman who did a PhD at York.
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