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interior one in which we remain linked to the dead (because the
dream inside us ignores trivialities like breath, or absence) – this
vast life is not under our control. Everything we have seen and
everyone we have known goes into us and constitutes us, whether
we like it or not. We are linked together in a pattern we cannot
see and whose effects we cannot know. One slub here, a dropped
stitch there, a bump encounter in that place, and the whole fabric
will be different once it is woven.
independent as to have no needs, or at least none that they, single-
handedly, could meet. This is the curse of the capable, it leaves them
prone to pockets of aloneness, sudden elephant traps in the grounds.
make sense of the progression of random events that made them what they
are. This involves a kind of forward-looking faith in life; a conviction that
cause and effect are linked, and that they are themselves more than the
sum of their past.
Durham to play hero. He does not seem to lack the necessary
credentials. It is not that he isn’t handsome, or tall or strong, or
that he doesn’t want to help her, or that he doesn’t love her
– all those things are true. But maybe it is just the scenery that is
wrong. Maybe nothing that happens on stolen ground can
expect a happy ending.
when the triumphant rain falls.
Familiar streets and familiar faces.
Puddles, pints and bricks.
Blue skies and grey skies and night skies
– in all senses of the words.