I’ve just started a new notebook – for the foreseeable
future I will be bound within Leuchtturm’s Anthracite covers. I hope the properties of the mineral seep
into my writing. I’d like it to become
more compact but with a high lustre.
Starting a new notebook always makes me look back to the first thing I
wrote in the last one. My preoccupations
last June were roughly as follows.
There are some holiday snaps I’m better off not seeing. Hong Kong
pet shops or restaurants included. The
fact that I can’t tell adds to the problem.
Fish in all colours, all sizes hanging in rows in plastic bags. My eye can’t help but be delighted by the
unintentional magic of it all. But my
head bursts and my heart’s flow drips to the floor. These fish are like our ideas, our dreams –
each held somewhere too small. Too
little water, too little air – no wonder they won’t survive.