Office Wag - Sian S. Rathore
Warm paper (from the photocopier) Oh BOY I love the view from up here don’t be scared of the city, I looked through the glass wall and saw you swivel round like, get your work done, or whatever, I don’t know and I thought i have spun out floridly in your unspooling of me and I have wriggled tight when the thread is wound unravel yourself and hide under your desk I will be your...
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Dreaming on quetiapine
Lastnight I dreamt that my old house was somewhere I had actually enjoyed living, and that it was done amazing place where all of my creative and interesting friends live. One night I was in this grandiose building with everyone until rumour spread that the house had caught alight and needed to be evacuated, and everyone rehomed. On the way out, in the panic of having to leave, some people became...
Dream Writing again
Lastnight was a more fractured dream than usual. In the first half, I was in a really wonderful bar somewhere in Manchester’s Northern Quarter, waiting an hour.for my martini to get made, and I was convinced it was being made wrong as I asked for a gin martini, but they used whisky. I walked upstairs because my phone was ringing and I wanted to go somewhere quiet. I kept tripping and...