I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong. And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely. It's what we do.
Wednesday, 3 January 2007
There is no work in progress. Soubriquet's brain has absconded, and he has decided to sleep until it returns. Perhaps tomorrow. The last few days have been hard for the small number of brain cells doing all the work.They need sleep.
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