February 2012
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Her eyes weren’t blinking. There was still something almost dead in them, something very far away. She seemed to be seeing all the way through to the back of him and beyond, out into the cold space of the future in which they would both soon be dead, out into the nothingness that Lalitha and his mother and his father had already passed into, and yet she was looking straight into his eyes,...
January 2012
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December 2011
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Miscellaneous 2011 list
A great year; some of the best times. This is maybe a bit personal/irrelevant to most, but hopefully some might be able to share in my nostalgia…
January was Home, Dissertation, James Blake, Geotic, cold trains, Kaffeine, Black Swan, Clapham, missed calls, Bonobo.
February was Dirty Projectors - Two Doves, Sky Arts, Hawarden, welsh beer, Flat Cap and real talk, Tayyabs, my jacket...
“Lips clamped shut, she stared at her feet. They were in perfect alignment. Small and white, they had ten pretty toenails. She really, truly wanted someone to hold her, it seemed, and so I took her in my arms. It was all very weird. To me she was just a capable, pleasant colleague. We worked in the same office, told each other jokes, and had gone out for drinks now and then. But here, away...
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November 2011
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October 2011
5 posts
September 2011
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“I sat in the pew, holding Kirsten’s hand, playing with Toph’s, dizzy, wearing my blue blazer, waiting for the service, all the glory. I had known for months what it would be like, had pictured it, the whole thing. There would be light. It would be day. There would be light through the high stained-glass windows, prismatic–no, the light would be direct, direct, clear, wide,...
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August 2011
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July 2011
9 posts
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May 2011
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