Tuesday, 28 February 2012
After all this time I never learn. Experience. A deadline of enormous distance. Trails behind you. Alongside you. A dancing partner. A slow waltz. In the cupboard. In the hood of your coat. In the ink bottle. In the television schedule. In the prayer book. In the shed. In the vegetable patch for a head. You follow the instructions. The auto-pilot has gone out. You perform at below altitude. You have to be told. Observations are offered. I know. I know. And then you do it. You meet the deadline. The anonymous client says they are pleased. Grateful they can fill a hole. We've flipped it they say. To make it work on the page. I've had busier times.