I got nothing for you today. The pool is dry. I’m sorry.
I’m not sure what the problem is. Of late my dreams are so small I can hardly hear them. I’m not sure if it’s because of malnourishment, like I’m not experiencing anything outside the tedium, or if it's a kind of reaction to none of them ever coming to fruition.
Why? I’m not sure. Perhaps my mind is trying to align imagination and reality. If I spend all this time with ancient horrors, verdant meadows, and grand castles, I’m losing touch with what really surrounds me; roadworks and a starbucks.
Paddy Dobson
19th May 2021