"These little stones, thoughtfully placed, only one each time, on the edge of a name as the promise of a return." - Jacques Derrida, The Deaths of Roland Barthes Thoughts are bugs flying into a windscreen. I start thinking 'if she was here' and the thoughts go splat. I think of the bonfire night when… Continue reading Leftovers
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With love on a birthday
"It is said that mourning, by its gradual labour, slowly erases pain; I could not, I cannot believe this; because for me, Time eliminates the emotion of loss (I do not weep), that is all. For the rest, everything has remained motionless. For what I have lost is not a Figure (the Mother), but a… Continue reading With love on a birthday
Letters for Rent 