Sunday 8 March 2009

Friend's House

A bath, boiler, and toilet. It’s almost a bit rough, the side of the bath is uncovered. I’m naked at the centre of the room washing from the sink. The room feels so... so many things I cant find words for. It’s quite peaceful... yes, peaceful. I’m waiting, trying to discover something. Trying to discover the point of all this writing. All I keep seeing is the dusty rough exposed underside of the bath.

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