![]() Look how silly he is, in his baseball cap, on his motorbike, with his new lover on his arm. ![]() We see the outward gesture – the new car, the extreme haircut, the unusually positioned piercing – and we smile. I want to stop it rushing past me so fast.Ī crisis sounds so thrilling. I want to hold it in my palms, bring it up close, clutch it to my heart. Have I dropped it? Is it a ring? Or was it a fish I wanted? It’s lovely, really lovely, and I’m plunging my hands in, over and over, trying to catch something. I am standing in a river, the water, cold and silver, bubbling around my feet. A desire to escape – run away, quick! – that came on strong in the middle of the night.īut the main feeling I had came in the form of a moving picture, a repeat action. A weighing up, while feeling weighed down. ![]()
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