Thursday 11 January 2018

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And in the afternoon naps I get these nightmares about the house burning. Not even burning, just ... the firemen noise right under the window, smoke and not knowing is it our house, is it the next house - what is it? Then grab the kid, who grabs the dog, gets the cats into their box, goes out .. Me, grab the comp disks, the camera gear.. What else can I carry? My chalks, my inks? Those are all in tin boxes, they would be fine in either fire or deluge from the hoses ... The thousands of my books? Nobody else would bother saving books....
 .... I wake up from these and my heart is buzzing. Literally buzzing. Like a bunch of tiny pistons hammering one humming buzz.

:/

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