All my books are like me. The titles are swell, eye and
imagination catching. You think you know exactly what's
inside their covers and my cover but you very, very quickly
find that you don't and seconds, minutes, hours...years later
you're almost stranded on an alien landscape that is firmly
routed in everything familiar...and you know even less of
the the shrieking world around you. In short you're blown
away...and back.
Then you think...'OMG...it's...he's...way, way better than I
Then you think...'OMG...it's...he's...way, way better than I
thought'. Then you panic...a little vom to your throat...'OMG,
he sees everything. Hears everything. Records
everything...WHAT have I done around him? WHAT have I
told him? That's it!' You decide then and there. 'When I next
see him I'm keeping my mouth shut and my hands to
myself.'
Then you lose sight of me as I farm elsewhere. You crow
, 'He's so transparent.' Then you return to delusion and
state, 'I knew it. I know him.'
You don't because I might see you too but I know I don't
know you. Like me, my delusions are elsewhere.
It's Thursday so treat it like a Friday. Babylon.
IN BABYLON...WHO ARE YOU?
BRIGHTON BABYLON
DYNASTY PRESS LTD
AMAZON ONLINE USA/CANADA/UK