Archive for August, 2010

Event horizon

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on August 30, 2010 by abandonata

The railway line has its own event horizon. There is a point, at 1 am, when walking between the railway line and the cemetery, the gravitational pull of one or the other must win.

All roads lead to the cemetery, but the road to the railway line leads there more directly.

I sat amongst the graves in the moonlight and talked to the dead and then came home.

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Muddy wellies

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on August 27, 2010 by abandonata

The trouble with bogs is that they’re boggy. If you go for a walk in a bog, your wellies are covered in mud even when you come out of the boggiest parts. You always take some of it home with you. It’s difficult to be sure you’ve even got out, when you can’t see the wellies for the mud.

It’s going to take a very, very long time to clean all the mud off.

A ropey ladder

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on August 24, 2010 by abandonata

A friend who’s been in and out of the Slough over the years told me I have to make my own ladder to get out, and what I get to start with is a gossamer thread. It will break and I will have to splice it many times. I’m no good at knitting, knotting or any of those stringy things, so I’m sure my ladder will be not just be rope but ropey. But I will make a start with these few strands I have here.

Marcantonio Bragadin

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on August 19, 2010 by abandonata

MB got in a bit of a kerfuffle with the Turks in August 1571. They beat him, flayed him alive and then stuffed his skin with straw and paraded it around the streets of Constantinople.

I’m not sure what the managers of the Slough did with my skin when I got here, newly flayed. They gave me a blanket, but I’m going to have to give it back. I need to grow a new skin. It’s still very thin and tender, but I don’t want it welded to this blanket. That would make me a permanent resident of the Slough and I’m really not suited to living here. The rain stings, even the air stings – but I hereby hand back my blanket.

Overstaying my welcome

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on August 17, 2010 by abandonata

I was only every going to post 200 postcards from the Slough, but the rabid dog on the way to the exit detained me. No-one ever said there would be a Cerberus on the way out.

Who let the dogs out?

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on August 12, 2010 by abandonata

I suppose it was too much to hope that I was really allowed a holiday out of the Slough. It was a cruel trick. Who let the dogs out? And why did they have to be rabid?

On tour

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on August 9, 2010 by abandonata

I’ve been allowed to the eastern fringes of the Slough on a holiday. If it weren’t for the biting, rabid dogs and the fierce insects it might be almost indistinguishable from the world outside the Slough. But I’m only allowed ten days here and then I have to get back in my pit. Halfway through and the tunnel at the end of the light is starting to loom.