Blackout #219

Its sound, its content, the cadences, poetry strayed into his mind.

Blackout #205

I just can't get my mind round all this. Silly of her

The eyes, no longer thirsty.

All night pounding, coupling, the hollow sound shake walls.

Endless yearnings, reaching out beyond hunger. People take.

Disaster begun in silence.

I could not believe this. It's a mistake.

I have to be perfect.

I earn my living. It takes all of me.

An existence between the shadows.