Monday December 8th
Monday, 8 December 2008
Dear Boon,
When all else fails and I find myself amid chaos, I start to close down.
From somewhere deep, guttural,raw, and visceral I become animal.
No longer recognising my own reflection, I steer away from peopled places and stalk the fringes of the darkland.
I watch for the quarters of the moon.
And breath with instinct.
Brooks
