Silence.
Curtain-shadow.
Cup of tea.
Dreams of bus-stops in dark countryside, and sinister London tube stations.
Doner kebab wrapper.
Washed out grey dawn-light.
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- Half an Hour Left of January
- A Shard cut from Unfriendly Cold
- Undersea Shafts
- Abandoned in Polar Suburbia
- Footsteps through Unfallen Snow
- Saturdays are Days for Exhaustion
- View from the Sofa
- An Airport near the Border of a Northern and Obscu...
- Andy's Tasty Ham Sandwich
- Marbles made of Hangovers
- Southampton; First Impressions, September 1994
- Early Morning Industries
- Southampton After Midnight
- Lacunae II
- Lacunae
- The Consolation of Sunday Night Hangovers
- A Piece of Em's Flat
- 8:13pm Saturday Night
- And Also The Coincidences
- Something Always There
- Premonitions for the White Sky Days
- Yellow Sea in the Afternoon
- 'Any Fuel with that Mate or just the Ten Benson an...
- Ink and Entropy
- Condensation makes me Nostalgic
- Notes from the Wrong Side of Midnight
- Quick as Lunchtimes, Slow like Gargoyles
- Fourth Panel, Nine Hours Work
- Criminal Failure
- 7:14am
- The Names of all the Tiny Lanes
- The Preoccupied Man
- Glee of the Small Hours
- Monday Morning List
- Afternoon Dreams
- God of Doorways and Transitions
- Things I don't know before Midnight
- You don't get days like this any more
- An Accidental Psychomanteum
- Enjoying Bad Weather
- Counting Ravens in a January that seems only Recen...
- Hypnotic in the After-Rain
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