The journey over the bridge had unnerved me. The river water passed me by like an untouched drink. I suspected that even if my mother and brother had not been there I would have made no move to jump.

I feel occasionally my skull will crack, fatigue is continuous - I only go from less exhausted to more exhausted & back again.

Eternity bores me, I never wanted it.

The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.

I suppose I'll always be over-vulnerable, slightly paranoid.

Beached under the spumy blooms, we lie Sea-sick and fever-dry.

I have a violence in me that is hot as death-blood.