A number of packages have been delivered to my flat. At first I am quite excited because I think it is for me (perhaps my copy of 'Noctuary' by Thomas Ligottti) but am then suspicious as it is Sunday. The packages are green, and to my disappointment, see they are not addressed to me.
I turn them over in the sunlight on the front mat. My first thought is to put them back in the post with 'not at this address' written on them. Then I think that they are too large to go in the post box. Actually, I ponder, how on earth did they fit through the letter-box? All the packages are far larger than the letter-box. I even start to fiddle with the letter-box to see if there is any way to make it larger.
I am able to see into some of the packages. One of the packages contains someone's photographs. Some of the photographs are very old. I try and explain to Andy how we have to find the owners of these packages as these photographs will be of high sentimental value and cannot be replaced. Andy is not as excited as I am about this.
(At Brighton Beach. A dark sunset. Brighton Breach now seems more rural. Sand-dunes and grasses. A wild sea, heading towards twilight.)
By looking at the photographs I can see that one of the photos is taken in a school. I think that if I can get the name of the school (which I can vaguely see on a sign in the background) then I could maybe combine that with the person whose name is on the package, find out what city they live in, and perhaps track them down that way? I also think the school is northern - perhaps based in Middlesbrough - perhaps even Andy's old school?
The next thing I know I am actually in the school itself. This is in no way strange. I look for the sign. The school is some kind of educational facility for the blind, or specially gifted or something. I must remember the name.
I am back walking toward the beach, now with Em. Em says that I look happy. I realise that I have been acting quite happily - chirply walking, maybe even whistling! Then I realise that I am not happy - not happy at all, and am in fact, incredibly melancholic, even grief stricken.
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