Category: Wonderings
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The Chair
I dreamed about the chair. Its black rattan legs scuttling as it edged its way closer, keeping to the shadows as nightmares do.
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Ultraviolence
Lana knows I’m a ruined Bel Air princess. We climb up behind the Hollywood sign and smoke her mother’s cigarettes, waiting for Charlie Manson to save us. Hot, flat days of fire and the Santa Anas tearing at ragged palm trees. Sat on the roof under a moon too big to bear, we pretend to read each other’s palms.…
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I Know What a No Claims Discount Is
That’s right. I may not have a car or even a driving licence but I am prepared just in case someone buys me a Morris Minor for my birthday. Of course, if that did happen I would probably be kissing goodbye to a no claims discount anyway. They don’t give them out to people whose bumpers…
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True Crime
I’m reading Helter Skelter, the true account of the Manson killings and trial by Vincent Bugliosi, the prosecuting DA in the case. It’s very detailed, in small print. And it’s fascinating. There’s no flowery language: it’s an obsessive account of the facts. I feel like I’m gathering information myself, because the almost dispassionate tone inspires little…
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