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prologue...

So hard to think… hard drive in head breaking down… putting all memories onto it, illegal I know but instant total recall, everything so much better. Will lose everything unless I can get it down, record it but… So hard to think…

Some Text: Wolves

A textory from Hafsah Naib's Some Text series... and some words based on that work...

I found these bits of confetti, they led me to a strange clearing in the woods, I didn't bother screaming for help just howled to the wolves so that our ancient hunger could be satisfied.

Some Text (c) Hafsah Naib 2011

I'm too curious.
Someone had left the word
'strange'
in the grass.
As I approached it,
I could see more,
'clearing'
and beyond that 'woods'.

The bushes were getting thicker.

I could see a word to my left
but 'help' was ahead.

Night

Its late. I yawn, lift my feet off the couch and rub my eyes. Napping and nearly 39… not good…

Get up and stretch, walk around wooden floor of the living room, to the rail of the wall-long windows. New build, spacious urban living space, five floors up, the view of the city is the best thing about it to me, especially at night.

In the background, I can hear my wife telling off the children in Spanish as she puts them to bed. I’ve been snoring for the past hour. She’ll make sure I know about it later.

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