What did it matter if Marie was now offering her lips to a new Mersault?
This weekend I thought about the things we do to live with ourselves- our individual solitary selves, us- shorn of everything we put around it. That being whose thoughts, overt and subversive, are all within your physical body. Here I am, marching towards my inevitable end, every day with myself. Shortening processes that I know I will repeat every day, until the day I … Continue reading The habit of our lives
Of late it seems as though cells in my brain are switching off and calling it a day. A certain heaviness comes in when I try to think, but at other times my old effervescent ebullience shimmers through, like the sputtering of a dying engine. I sound old but I am only thirty-five. Could this … Continue reading Comic-Books in Memory
If you have a purpose, we shall toast to that. If you have no purpose, we shall toast to that too.