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All I see is white in front of me. I don’t look left and I don’t look right, only forwards into the ceaseless white. I take a deep breath, close my eyes and try to feel something, anything at all. I plough through my mind to try and find even a scrap of memory worth having. Nothing. My mind is numb, just like the rest of me. I take a step forwards. I thrust my hands into my pocket of my hoodie to try and fight away the cold. I wander forwards staring at my feet, following the edge of the river. Not that there is much else to look at in the thick early morning fog. Each foot being placed mechanically in front of the other with no

I sit in the car and I stare at the door as it stares right back at me. It recognises me, even from a distance and half obstructed by some shrubbery. How can it not? We must have seen each other maybe a thousand times before. I used to love the sight of that door, but right now it’s just an obstacle, a blockage, something to get out of the way. I try to calm myself down, breathing slow and deep. His car isn’t there, the windows are shut and it’s about one o’clock on a Tuesday so I know he’s at work. But what if he’s home? I stare at the door and it stares back. I clutch the mess of keys in my hand, feeling

1. $5, Buy Now, no reserve. In okay condition. Pick up only. 2. Bent corners, edges frayed, time has soaked into the paper, yellowing the sleeve. 3. Rippled pool of inky black frozen long ago sits eerie and still. 4. Gashes run deep through ebony flesh, but it is obedient. It only cries when told. 5. Laying on the table, cold and dead, brought back to life with a needle in the arm. 6. A young man sings in Italian of the woman he had once loved. He is dead now. 7. I can hear the scars. It begs me to ignore them. It says it is not broken. 8. There are thousands like it but this one is mine. It is precious to me. 9. Side B is now ov

Oh obnoxious Bird on high, can thou not see I cannot fly? That I am bound by unyielding chains to this oppressive earthly plain. To fly with you would be my dream and see the world as you have seen. To feel the feathers on the breeze and touch the tops of the tallest trees. Oh cruel fate hath stuck me here to this earth bound world of wrath and fear. You Bird have such unending glee when thy soul is compared to me. 'Tis onlt natural for Man to crave all that he cannot have. Our naked flesh, our intellect we always want what we cannot get. But I am glad 'tis you who fly for Man would fill the vastest skies. There is only ro