March 2010
20 posts
There is an old abandoned building in the fields...
I ran into it by accident. I spent a good 45 minutes exploring the run down wooden building. Upstairs half the floor had broken and fallen down and a decomposing fox was embedded in the floorboards crawling with maggots and fleas. There weren’t any squatters, not that anybody would want to live there with the over-powering stench of rotting carcass. Next time, I’ll bring my camera. And another...
11th November 2005
“Dear Diary,
It’s Josh’s birthday today. I didn’t get him a present, I didn’t even want to say hi. He hurt me and that’s all I can think about, I don’t like seeing his face anymore. I cried last night for the first time in a while. He’s being selfish just leaving me like this. I hate him, I hate him. He was supposed to be my best friend, best friends don’t leave each other. Now he’s flying to...
It’s so curious: one can resist tears and ‘behave’ very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer… and everything collapses.
