I have not slept well. I perhaps had a drink too many last night. The cold has split my lower lip. The sky is too bright and hurts my eyes. I am trying to walk all this off, but there are too many people around and it’s hard to concentrate on not concentrating. I almost walked out in front of a van because I wasn’t paying proper attention. Every time a foot connects with the pavement it sends a tired, jarring note up into my shinbones. I’m not quite sure what possessed me to use something that’s equal parts Swans, God and Einstürzende Neubauten as a soundtrack for a day like this, but its punishing sonic clamour is a horribly perfect match for what is occurring internally.
