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Sleepyheads

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Sunday, April 16 2017

1. Christmas, an unfamiliar flat where I live with Laura and two unfamiliar girls (maybe Kazakh or Tatar, but they speak Russian). We exchange presents; I give Laura a pack of ribbons and she presents me with a game similar to twister, but here you have to step on small coloured balloons to pop them. Happy and tired I go to sleep. I’m alone in my room, but just as I’m falling asleep, Laura opens the door and shows an uninvited guest in, asking if he can spend the night here. I tak

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Inherited cosmea garden

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Tuesday, March 28 2017

  I had sneaked in a choir rehearsal with Kiddo. She was chatting to the conductor (Yuri Temirkanov?) while I sat quietly, knitting with dusky pink mohair. The girl next to me was talking to her brother and, as soon as I paid some attention to them, my mind rapidly filled with the images and facts about their lives. They had lived their whole lives in Japan with their Japanese mother, but their Estonian father had recently died and left them a peculiar garden – a wide flower bed li

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Airship crash and butchering gig

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Saturday, March 25 2017

1. A sunny day on a shore where a vast desert meets the sea. An airship has been caught in a strong wind and is rapidly losing altitude. The balloon is squashed in a concave semi-circular shape, and the craft is going steeply downwards and is obviously going to crash. Jacques Paganel is the only person aboard; he isn’t panicking, just looking at the approaching ground with grim determination. I observe it as a disembodied presence flying/falling besides the airship.    

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Knitter/detective and the desert flood orchestra

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Thursday, March 2 2017

  1. I work in a surreal sort of plant as a knitter, one among many. The rest aren’t happy with their work conditions and go on a strike; however, I take pride in my work and sit high atop a tangle of silver steel pipes outside, knitting with green wool while the others are shouting and protesting on the lawn below. The pipes are cold, although the day is sunny and it is summer.     2. An unfamiliar young woman has a bullet hole in her coccyx. I am her friend and

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Meat market

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Wednesday, September 28 2016

For work I had to spend the night in the forest guarding two dead bodies - one male and one female. I jumped around on the springy moss to make myself warm, then sat in a discarded armchair. In the morning I returned to the meat market where I worked, and stood between two counters while women in white overalls were discussing me. I went to speak to my boss, but she started screaming at me because she had found stitches in gray wool and glue on the male body, which made the meat unfit for consum

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