hic vigilans somniat
The day of the Royal Meet, boats clog the river in anticipation of getting a glimpse of the Queen as she passes by on the royal barge. Ahead of her passage, a sleek craft cuts through the water to make way for the royal personage and her retinue. The craft is rowed by a dozen young sailors with a coxswain at… Continue reading the new queen
...the spider struggles against the pull of the water as the tub drains, a thin filament of almost wire-like web cast out like a dark line . . . it clenches like a fist in the water, and I feel the tug of the web and pull my hand away, leaving it to it’s fate...
[This is directly transcribed, without changes or edits, from a journal entry dated April 11th, 1994] And it doesn’t get any better as the days go on. Wasted time and uneasy sleep. Like Macbeth, I have murdered the deep life — drowned by days, and smothered under chemical work and answering machines.
