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- Philosophical talent by Notes From A Room on Nov 6, 2009
If only he had some philosophical talent, X tells me. Then he might be able to explain his feelings, then he might not need to talk to me. If only you’d answer, he says. How am I supposed to get any philosophical talent if you don’t answer my que...
- Dusk by Notes From A Room on Nov 4, 2009
X tells me he’s always been afraid of dusk. Summer or winter, it doesn’t matter, he says. Some sort of gloom fear or boredom always descends on him with the murk, he says, that’s when he’s confronted by whatever it is that keeps trying to pee...
- This is goodbye by Notes From A Room on Nov 4, 2009
X tells me he doesn’t want to be or think anything anymore. He doesn’t want to submit to anything, let alone me. What’s the point of thinking, he says, since we don’t even comprehend the basis of our thought, since our words mean nothing? Bet...
- A winter coat in Africa by Notes From A Room on Nov 3, 2009
X tells me this is it, this is the end. He’s clapped-out, tied up and binned, finished. He’s like a winter coat in Africa, he says, irrelevant, useless, unfit for purpose. Everyone can see it, he says, even children. It’s obvious in the way the...
- Oxford Circus Crossing by Little London Observationist on Nov 2, 2009
Loving the new Oxford Circus crossing area unveiled yesterday after a £5 million makeover. It’s modelled on a crossing system used in Tokyo where traffic is stopped in all directions so people can cross diagonally. Bit scary with the mad...
- Well done by Notes From A Room on Oct 29, 2009
Well done, X tells me, you caught me unawares just like you wanted. You got me in the double bind, the catch-22, you boxed me in, checkmated me, cornered me, well done you.
- Grinning like a chimp by Notes From A Room on Oct 29, 2009
X tells me he falls back into his little hole every day and drinks to fill it back up. Then I hover above it, he says, grinning like a chimp on a branch while I sense it there below me, in the back of my mind. Will you be my chimp behaviourist, he as...
