I am in Love
with this new space
I am home

I want to see the skies of Borges' mind

Wild eyes

Swallow-babes stirred me,
near angered me,
but there were green eyes by my side.

Where the real world changes into simple images, the simple images become real beings and effective motivations of hypnotic behavior.

—GUY DEBORD

Sarah Charlesworth

It is cold

It is cold this morning, and perhaps it was cold yesterday
morning? I have only really noticed it now.
It is cold and when I woke, I pulled the sheet-less duvet to my ears
and made a cocoon.
When the grey light had got to my bones, I rose and went to make coffee from the ends of two price-cut bags. I stood at the kitchen window as the kettle boiled and watched the white-ness of the city sky-line through the scaffold bars. I breath very slowly and I haven't said a word yet. I take a large black woolen jumper from the basket of old papers and mail and sit on the floor by the coffee table cradling my cup to my chin. My cheeks pinken and I smoke.