WANTED: a duvet with arms

and a face.

i'm tired. i feel like i've been dead for two weeks.
why is winter so cold.
i saw london from trafalgar square yesterday. everything all seemed to be drawn together magnetically like a baz luhrmann frame: nelson's column, the houses of parliament, the moon, all in a matrix. beautiful.
waiting for my friend hannah i got a slice of pizza and sat in leicester square and watched the funfair throw people around with all the neon lights.
then i had a whisky at the ica and, because i didn't have a book, i read my diary, looking back over a year in scribbled appointments and deadlines and little notes to myself. a year in biro. empty pages where i was away over the atlantic.


i hate these moods.