He drowned his bonsai tree with too much love.
The self-storage centre is a park where people go and stroll among their things to think and forget.
“Being in a city without arts is like being in a room without windows” Stephen Knight on Birmingham
“Jesus’ blood never failed me yet / never failed me yet / Jesus’ blood never failed me yet /There’s one thing I know / For he loves me so.” Gavin Bryars’ appropriated recoding of a street drunk singing.
It was so special it was only used on high days and holidays
‘For children are natural impressionists, taking the adjectives of music and knifing them close against the nouns of sight and touch. Every child knows that colour sings and trees walk’. Alistair Cooke describing trees in fall in New England
Yesterday came suddenly.
We cannot stand still, even in the best of times
Customers were allowed to run up tabs – but had to leave their sets of false teeth as collateral, which were kept in a bucket of water.
Stone walls and silence, thank God.
I hope that you are happy, not happier.
