We stood in a car park, it was raining down heavily as my cousin, friends and I walked towards the information screen. Several trains were running: Oxford, Cambridge, Success and finally Mostly Failure. I don’t know why they were labelled like that, but each train looked different too.
The difference between Oxford and Cambridge was negligible, the difference in a slight tone of colour, the front end looked more polished on the Oxford train, but other than that, there was so little to distinguish between the two, as they were both super-high powered trains, looking like huge mechanical and futuristic snakes....
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the gift ·
3 September 04
When I did sleep, I had this strange dream. It wouldn’t shock me if it was related to the fact that I had watched a lot of Samurai related stuff of late. In any case, the part of the dream I remember was about this man who sits in the middle of a room.
On his left hand side sit two of his wives, and on the left sits the third wife, his last one. The first two wives are dressed in peach coloured gowns, and the third in green, perhaps distinguishing the old from the new. The man in the...
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I was slouching rather than sitting down. Aside me sat a woman, a face I couldn’t see, but a voice that boomed advice like a megaphone taped to my ear. On the other side an old man. A crazy old man, with skin that was hanging off his face as if tied with wire, rather than being a part of him.
Wedged between them, this was not private fantasy I had pursued. The room was dark, with a musky smell that was too prominent not to notice. The woman complained that the smell was making her dizzy, the old man however...
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