Saturday, December 23, 2006

Living alone means that when everything goes wrong you have four walls to lean on: when things go well you have four walls to praise.

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Friday, December 22, 2006

Can I really hear the scratching of that creature, the one which so occupied Franz? But I'm not hiding yet, but still digging frantically towards that sound which is sometimes so close as to seem alive and attainable and yet which I seem never actually to find. And being so un-attainable, that which was once attractive is becoming an irritation and a disturbance until, like Franz, one day I will find myself oppressed by it.

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Thursday, December 21, 2006

So, amongst the bottles and baubles which litter the Christmas floor, amongst all those things we bought to bring us joy, lies that dread worm. And all the time it is gnawing, tearing with teeth we cannot see, sucking away the goodness and taking away our beauty.

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Tuesday, December 19, 2006

A new torment added to the mix to guarantee disaster.

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Monday, December 18, 2006

The usual advent

The advent of that awful season again, that dread episode of merriment and joy. Being alone at any time is bad enough, but Christmas rubs your face in it. On Christmas Eve I will play in the cathedral for a bunch of people who traditionally do not speak to us and have nothing to do with us then it's home to the four empty walls in the cell I will occupy until the alarm clock awakens me to go back to work in January. What crap.

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