Looking down at my bright green socks, I think of Kerouac on Desolation.
When we step outside, there is nothing above us.
Nothing at all.
Just an Infinity of emptiness.
For some reason, this makes me cry.
Walking the edge The razor’s edge Don’t look down Look straight ahead Smile Play to the crowd Keep moving – always Riding the the gusts Wait… Use the bar And walk Smile Look straight ahead Walk the edge Stop. Turn … Continue reading
The train slides under the bridge and reveals a crowd of people on the platform opposite. They’re just across the tracks, but we’re worlds apart. More than half are doing something with their phones: listening to music, reading, messaging, playing … Continue reading
“Let me tell you something. I give everybody the benefit of the doubt. Just once. Then that’s it.” He turned his head slightly and spat on the floor. He wasn’t in the habit of doing that, but something disgusted … Continue reading
I keep seeing these ghosts. What would they think of me now? Of what I’m doing? Of this whole world I inhabit? It scares me to think. Alan. Ex-Tottenham Hotspur, York City and milkman. Chain-smoking Embassy Regal and the reason I’ve still got … Continue reading