Beware the silent sign

[ashlyme]

I dreamed last night of making and gifting an hourglass to a friend, filled with the pale red sand you get if you dig a few inches into the soil round here. Tonight is too hot for me to sleep for a while yet, still enough that I could hear a fox moving through the grass under my window; light in the sky at 11 PM - eggshell-green, ash-pink. I rewatched ENYS MEN this evening - bought the DVD - and I'm turning it over in my head like a pebble.

 

M. John Harrison's "anti-memoir" WISH I WAS HERE is very much worth waiting for, oblique, wry, often laugh-out-loud funny. I almost danced at the very tolerant bookseller as I bought it. 

 

"I could run but I couldn't run away. I still felt as if there was some between me and the world. In some lights it was a window, in others a mirror."

 

Buy it if you can!

 

The worst thing about the last couple of days is that I had to cancel my debit card. I thought I'd lost it along the Ash Path; went into the bank to sort it out, then discovered I had left it on the counter in my local shop. Some swearing was involved. At least nobody else got to use it, I suppose.