July 4th, 2003


mists of dawn

and then i woke up, and looked around and found myself here. I could hear something like the echo of the surf beating against the cliff, the voices chanting in the distance, the

then i'm sitting by my bed, it's the sound of traffic that comes from outside, down there on the Kentish Town Road, the grey London skies, a police car demonstrates the Doppler effect as its siren pans across the urban landscape, i need, i need

toothbrush. coffee

then maybe more coffee.