My Diary: Doors

I was out all day,‭ ‬partly in a huge hall where the talk of yesterday still reverberated around the walls and partly in the long tunnel where car headlights behave like the eyes of spiders.‭ ‬I trudged back and forth with a plough in my bag and a shire horse on my shoulders while my alter-ego spent the evening in the form of a nebulous cloud growing inexorably heavier.

Doors

Doors

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