The exception that proves the rule. A blog of short writings from Australia and England.
Wednesday, 3 February 2016
I had a dream that I went back in time, and every ex-lover was once again mine. They were staring at me looking unexpectedly kind, clad alluringly in silk and organized in a semi-circular line. I stared back at them like a pallid mime, grotesquely squirming and stalling for time. I managed a laugh that was perfectly ill-timed, and I felt that deep down, I had let down mankind.