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A repository of discarded thoughts and ideas. An inverted volcano wanting to spew forth a lava of rejection. Paper fish swimming in a tank of air. Classic scenes of the frustrated writer, the pen scribbling on the pad, ripped from the bindings, paper cutting into his palm as he compresses and fragments and rejects another [...]

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Tuning in on the old Rambler radio, the big dial surfs across waves of static, occasional bursts of foreign language caught in short wave swirl that licks the sound as if it were a lollipop, the sound  going all curly whirly. The scanner comes across a series of dots and dashes caught in a wah [...]

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Flipper on the TV, black and white from memory – or in memory. Rising out of the water on his tail and dancing – Flipper talk – ee-ow ee-ow ee ee ee ee ee…. was that really what he was saying, or was it dubbed in later on? How did a dolphin in a pool [...]

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Driving along miles of boring highway in the middle of nowhere, the heat slamming down outside. The air conditioner pumps out waves of cool air that tickles my legs and arms and face.  Ahead the black line of road narrows to infinity and hovering in the sky is the rest of the world. It shimmers [...]

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I can’t remember its name but it was budgerigar blue – I think you get it, that sort of light blue whispy colour with a  touch of iridescence to it. He didn’t have much to do or say, would just sit with his fingers wrapped around a thin pole that served as a perch and [...]

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Symbols and signs burn into the back of my brain like TV suffering afterburn. Adverts bombard from every orifice of the world, oversized rectangular billboards as we’re driving, incessant chatter and adverts that seem to leap out of the radio like angry tigers, TV mini series in thirty second slices to pique the apetite of [...]

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Eyes peaking out from a flaming blue curtain, how many? Larger than life, designed to scare I guess. Moving about in restless jerks. The king of the gardens. We’re sat down on a ground blanket, quaffing wine and and taking in crackers and Patte’. The temperature is warm enough  to press into your skin and [...]

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He didn’t quite know what was happening , struck inside a shiny metal cylinder looking up to see the sky above close out and to be left in utter darkness. When he heard and felt water come trickling down from the dark heavens, his level of panic and fear rose by a factor of a [...]

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A prisoner of the bed , thousand pound sheets and blankets, suffocating , sweating,  fever sending red hot pokers into my skin. The doctor visits, his little black bag opens its mouth and speaks the language of stethoscope and thermometer, he flickers the thin glass a couple of times in a jellied hand and then [...]

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After steaming across choppy seas it began to grow in the distance…. Santorini. Soon we were anchored beneath a series of switchback roads that seemed to be chiselled in the cliff, and amazingly  busses were going to carry us all the way to the top. From the boat, the houses at the top stood out [...]

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