scribblings
writing, again.
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Jul 9
Handwritten, over coffee for lunch. -- Falling. He remembered falling, from somewhere, but falling through nothingness. Not black, but a...
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1990, main road, rondebosch
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Mar 11
I'll call him George. I can't remember his real name, but that seems to fit. The first time I saw...
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the hunt
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Nov 24 2009
He turned, some metallic spark caught in his peripheral vision. His pace and the brisk wind both halt abruptly -...
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Tana riva 'wu
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Nov 24 2009
This is part of a story, a long story. A novel in thousands of parts on scraps of paper, in...
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Argus
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Nov 24 2009
circa 2000, unfinished. bored afternoon at a coffee-shop, perhaps there was too much coffee involved. -- It was a dark...
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