Incredible rain last night, like an imagined Typhoon, some tropical storm lost in Hove. Trying to watch the zombie film 'The Dead' on DVD with Em, but the noise of the rain kept interrupting, and I kept falling asleep.
Threads of cold water in the sea, like another tide from outside, an elsewhere-current with its rumours and echoes and change, and the waves speak a new language whose words I no longer know.
