My Diary – The Vase Of Flowers

Much of the day I was a giant hand holding a giant head. When the head became a house on a cliff edge I watched. When it breathed in, I breathed in; when it breathed out, I breathed out; my arms touching the binary numbers of a virtual clock. It made music like a barrel falling down a waterfall and I clambered round in the dark thinking of the lost songs of the Cosmic Gerbil.

The Vase Of Flowers

The Vase Of Flowers

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