I am in a flat, in a large open plan Brighton room. There are huge dinosaur bones stretching out from the walls, all painted white. It looks like some kind of art installation. A huge spine stretches over me. Near the wall are a cluster of human skulls. I cannot believe I am living in a flat with actual dinosaur bones.
There is an alcove high up in the wall, a curved rectangular space. I think of throwing something up into this space.
There are two other people with me. They go to another room - to have sex? I am momentarily jealous.
I am drinking. I have had one beer. I think about having another.
I am in another large room in the flat - reminiscent of Malta? There is a sudden feeling if deja-vu, of donething about to reveal itself. I feel suddenly spooked.
Outside In a town centre. The actor Jon Pertwee walks towards me looking unhappy. He is some part of convention or celebration. Another man is with him. He has the figure of Bok from the story The Daemons attached to his chest.
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