The Reluctant Hitman (night of 18/10/2014)

I am with Kano from the 2000ad comic strip 'Bad Company'. We're in some kind of gang, and I'm some kind of hitman. We meet a rival hangout in the desert, led by some kind of 'outback mafia-ma' type. Kano is trying to come to some kind of deal with them. I get sick of this, take out my machine gun and start shooting them. I can't believe I'm doing this. Some of the gang start shooting back. I get further and further away from the main shooting, and the desert becomes Uxbridge Common. I am very worried. How have I become a hit man? I won't be able to feel safe for the rest of my life! I deeply regret starting a shoot out with the desert gang.

The Distance Coming Closer (morning of 12/10/14)

I am sat in a bedroom that reminds me of my first bedroom in Brighton, up in Moulscoomb. I am looking out of the window at the distance, and am surprised to see the yellow hill of the Downs far closer than I had noticed previously (this is the same hill that I can see from work). I also notice some kind of transmitter as well. The distance is covered in a bright autumnal sunlight. I am very pleased with this view. I also notice in this ever closer distance some kind of waterfall. In the back garden is a mustachioed workmen. As I am looking out of the window I am thinking about Worcester, of how my time living in Worcester seems so long ago now, a real 'part of the past'. I am thinking that it feels I have crossed a rubicon, and maybe I should transfer my feelings of longing from Worcester to Brighton where I am actually living.