1944

Nerves are netted all around me - the feeling stings, like a hot summer's wasp boring into my eyes. making me see things i have only ever imagined

There is no one in this place whose face I'd willingly share - no room for a room mate and no square yardage for any manned mile of a mild-mannered me.

Voices. Voices. Voices. Voices. Voices. Voices. Voices.
A whole cathedral of them..
Always those voices of the people jacked up on the drugs that killed all their friends
Praying and Praising. Crying out. Beseeching.

He touches her leg, at first as though by accident, then later in a bold move. She doesn't even blink.

Blue ruins

The buzzing of the mosquitoes is getting louder every minute - and how they are singing my praises.

All wrapped up with a coat of many callers.. They are going to love it when they see it. I can tell. Eventually things must fall apart. That's the way it always ends up, back home - in the driving rains.

Time to get out, I thought to myself. You don't want anyone stumbling onto this stuff by accident. I saw her face through the jaded and scratched prism of the last evening train. Yellow windows, dusty sheets. I wonder if she even noticed me or anything about the state I was in.

She told me that she loved me and we sort of fell into things together. No one thought much or said any words. No one says much at all these days. No one has the time to confess to another.

When I looked into my heart I saw it was full of emptiness. When I looked into my pockets I saw they were full of blood.

Let's go somewhere else, she says. Somewhere else. Darker. Quieter. Safer. Away from this and everything else. The cathedral fell dull, in silent reflection and meditation.

It pained me greater to disagree so I went along with it and fell just that bit further. One day we woke up and found ourselves the same but different.

I told her I loved her. She didn't even blink.

This is what the Hermit Crab told me.