I Am a Passionate Person
It was the Summer Solstice...and she was still loved and thought about, at random moments; that l had no control over.
One time l had been thundering through a minor storm, somewhere over the narrow, treacherous body of water.
That will always seperate my home from hers.
I was wearing dark chinos, Rayban Wayfarers...and a kind of stripey rugby top. Listening to Tchaikovsky's Sixth Symphony, about four minutes in.
Drunk of course and crying.
And l wanted the plane to explode in mid air.
Do you understand what it feels like to wish for something that is not impossible?
Just highly unlikely.
Every person on that plane was willing it to remain upright.
The way you do with your feet.
They 'scrape the carpet'.
We were passing over Flinders Island.
If the plane crashed, we would be back in the trees.
Do you understand what a pine forest smells like in the morning?
Throw in a Dacha.
Pink champagne and a green silk dress.
The Wayfarers weren't a perfect fit.
Little shafts of sunlight were coming through.
So once we had landed, l went straight into town.
To the antiques gallery opposite my office.
And bought her a brouch.
Of gold, enamel and little stones.
She might have casually unclasped, from her little bosom.
Before poking my lying, treacherous eyes out.
Now, that...would be something to see!
One time l had been thundering through a minor storm, somewhere over the narrow, treacherous body of water.
That will always seperate my home from hers.
I was wearing dark chinos, Rayban Wayfarers...and a kind of stripey rugby top. Listening to Tchaikovsky's Sixth Symphony, about four minutes in.
Drunk of course and crying.
And l wanted the plane to explode in mid air.
Do you understand what it feels like to wish for something that is not impossible?
Just highly unlikely.
Every person on that plane was willing it to remain upright.
The way you do with your feet.
They 'scrape the carpet'.
We were passing over Flinders Island.
If the plane crashed, we would be back in the trees.
Do you understand what a pine forest smells like in the morning?
Throw in a Dacha.
Pink champagne and a green silk dress.
The Wayfarers weren't a perfect fit.
Little shafts of sunlight were coming through.
So once we had landed, l went straight into town.
To the antiques gallery opposite my office.
And bought her a brouch.
Of gold, enamel and little stones.
She might have casually unclasped, from her little bosom.
Before poking my lying, treacherous eyes out.
Now, that...would be something to see!
