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"The door to the past is a strange door. It swings open and things pass through it, but they pass in one direction only. No man can return through, he can look down still and see the green light waver in the water weeds."Loren Eiseley The Immense Journey



The past week my dreams have been made of broken parts. I am slowly realising that spending time in other's company only leaves me feeling your absence more intensely. So my desire is to immerse myself deeply in books, not in conversation. I will have to spend my days, wandering the streets, stopping in cafes to read, and then wandering again.


My sentence, inspired by a Butoh performance.


Mere minute gestures express internal mental exposure; expend, contract then eventual release.