Like two crash survivors copulating amidst burning wreckage

โ€œThe first touch came when Bull was lying full-length along the skirting board in the little six-foot vestibule that connected the bathroom to the kitchenette and the front door. He was the picture of powerlessness. His sensible, striped M&S shirt was rucked up around his back, his white, cotton Y- fronts dewlapped over the flat…

Pure at heart

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a9V0zA9Q7Zs Today Albert Camus died. Last night I lost myself again – all that anger turned into fear, all that loneliness turned into rage, all that breath turned into dusty words that go deeper and deeper, like the oldest dagger ever to be found in my pockets. I find money in my pockets, forgotten objects…