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Ghost Notes: Brixton Hill
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Our bullet lives blossom as they race towards the wall. Tuesday, 14 October 2014. Photography by Mike Urban. On the 133 down Brixton Hill,. 8232;En route to Guy's to meet my Dad,
. Whose operation has been postponed till afternoon
. And who is wandering around the Shard, angry and hungry and under instructions not to eat,. 8232;I raise my hand,. 8232;And a fraction of a second later. 8232;The me looking somewhere unspecified on the CCTV screen raises his.
. 8232;But this infinitesimal void in between.
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Ghost Notes: A Single Pixelated Frame
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Our bullet lives blossom as they race towards the wall. Thursday, 11 September 2014. A Single Pixelated Frame. I found those Polos again today, shattered in their packet but still together, and I wondered whether I should eat them or keep them. Whether I should plant them. Whether they might grow into a tree, and the tree might bear an answer. I threw them away. There’s the text message from Alex that I pause in the office doorway to read (Check the news. Speechless. Al). There’s the one clip, of c...
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The Lyrical Wisdom of “Delam” by Hiatus
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Movement and Reflection Over Time. A Journey of Rediscovering the Soul. The Lyrical Wisdom of “Delam” by Hiatus. Yeah, I said, start. سعدیا مرد نکونام نمیرد هرگز. Sadio marde nekoonam namirad hargez. Masma glasses, hold on. Ready? سعدیا مرد نکونام نمیرد هرگز. مرده آنست که نامش به نکویی نبرند. Sadio marde nekoonam namirad hargez morde anast ke namash be nekoyee nabarand. Another one he said:. گناه زندگیم را به من ببخش. Gonahe zendegiam ra be man bebakhsh. زیرا اگر گناه من این بود ، از تو بود. Produces ele...
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Ghost Notes: June 2014
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Our bullet lives blossom as they race towards the wall. Thursday, 19 June 2014. Originally published by Hotshoe, photography by Timothy Briner. Starting up, and at that moment glancing over at a corkboard and seeing a photograph of Michael Jackson and the Kirchner kid, arms around each other, smiling for the camera. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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Ghost Notes: September 2014
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Our bullet lives blossom as they race towards the wall. Thursday, 11 September 2014. A Single Pixelated Frame. I found those Polos again today, shattered in their packet but still together, and I wondered whether I should eat them or keep them. Whether I should plant them. Whether they might grow into a tree, and the tree might bear an answer. I threw them away. There’s the text message from Alex that I pause in the office doorway to read (Check the news. Speechless. Al). There’s the one clip, of c...
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Ghost Notes: September 2013
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Our bullet lives blossom as they race towards the wall. Wednesday, 25 September 2013. Marie's Place Is Empty. Originally published by the New Statesman. I spot a receptionist studying me with interest, and in a split second convince myself that this is the same man who checked Marie in the night she arrived in 2005; who cracked a joke about Rupert Murdoch when she mentioned the Sunday Times. Magazine cover with the headline ‘Iran’s Next President’). I wrote it under the pseudonym Al...Would ensure agains...
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Ghost Notes: Lightwater
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Our bullet lives blossom as they race towards the wall. Thursday, 19 June 2014. Originally published by Hotshoe, photography by Timothy Briner. Starting up, and at that moment glancing over at a corkboard and seeing a photograph of Michael Jackson and the Kirchner kid, arms around each other, smiling for the camera. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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Ghost Notes: March 2014
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Our bullet lives blossom as they race towards the wall. Wednesday, 26 March 2014. There is a man standing in the middle of the desert, and his teeth are chattering. Two things tell me that he is in the middle of the desert. Firstly there are dunes on all sides, similar to the one that he appears to be standing on top of; a marbled panorama of sun slopes and shadow faces and elegantly coruscating peaks, the whole scene feathering endlessly outward towards the horizon. This is the first thing.
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Ghost Notes: When We Meet Again, It Won't Be Me
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Our bullet lives blossom as they race towards the wall. Wednesday, 8 October 2014. When We Meet Again, It Won't Be Me. I try to avoid writing opinionated reaction pieces without waiting for the perspective afforded by a few days passing, but I claim special dispensation in this case. Twin Peaks. Yet it’s not just nostalgia that informs my lifelong attachment to Twin Peaks. The abstract narrative in Lost. The pagan ritual murder and existential dialogue in True Detective. Amid all this it’s not hard...
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