My Diary

I have been tired most of the day; admittedly it was a long way down from the spire of the medieval cathedral which I found myself on when I awoke.  I had the morning to dance around surreal objects (like a harbour inside a fossilised head) and then went out – changing the door into a mechanical hedgehog as I did so.  I came home dragging a sack full of tiny wood fragments.  These became cuneiform writing when tossed on the floor.

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