In the large head that hangs over the town a pendulum swings backwards and forwards, underneath, a girl come forwards and a boy goes away. I had to give a performance wrapped in sellotape. It was called “I whispered my secrets to the ribbon of the wind”.
I spent too much of the day going to and from the various places in town where the ritual fires are lit. I lit my own candle and used it to paint. When the paint dries it will grow dark.
I took the green carpet to the place where the day is spent, filled up the computer with coloured liquid and sang a dirge by our long forgotten ancestors in the public library. At home, in celebration of the day’s events I dropped my dinner on the carpet and danced on it.
I chilled in the morning sunshine before the guillotine blade of afternoon came down. During the evening I had to be a figure from ancient mythology in a Nineteenth Century Parisian night club.
I have arranged to have a springy mattress, wall to wall at the bottom of the dungeon. The smell of last night entered through the only window while I chatted with wood nymphs. The Korean Master and I plan to walk between every animal name in the country.
Out in the frying pan countryside before first light. I had to get back early as I was the head jester at a banquet given by Henry II in the evening.
Poppy and I are taking long walks again. Today, we went to the reed beds where the space rockets are born – walking past Cerebus like two red uniformed soldiers. I marvelled at the willows in the sunshine as I leant against an old gate with a Russian lady on my head.
Took Poppy to see the good witch today. She had a spell cast on her and I regressed to a caveman state. This was after I disappeared into a tree with a snake on wheels but before I hid in a cupboard while June rode a mechanical horse to the white wizard’s residence.
I saw a girl today who wore such large boots all you could see of her was the top of her head. She gave me some good advice then promised to suck my blood. It is bitterly cold. I thought of holidays on Venus as I nursed a penguin.
I went to work astride a corrugated cardboard boat, much like the type the Vikings were burnt in. I discussed multiple destinies with the Queen of the Capybaras and then came home in a suitcase carried by myself.