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But what do you know, what do you imagine - and what do you really remember?

Grow your hair back and start again.
Step behind the curtain to a time before you veered off the beaten path, into a midday sun hours before you acted Out the part.

What is : being in character? Blending in.

There is peace here, for a while.
For a while in the bright winter sun, staring out the window of trains.
For a while on the other side of the world.

E.Munch, sick child (detail)

I've stepped out of the dark side and grown too tall for the door
reaching back in for all I have
but life now feels like the tip of my fingers
resting against those loved walls Face turned towards - so that's the sun -

At nine I leave work and commute to a flat in the new executives projects.

It came furnished in empty beige, all nighttime windows and stone-tiled grey counters.

Soft jazz plays on the stereo.

I hang my coat from the entrance pew, pour myself a glass of white wine, stand by the bay window and watch my bridges burn.