Thursday, November 09, 2006
Captain Gone
On a whim I am going to Singapore tomorrow to look at the Biennale before it shuts on Sunday.
Surely I spend time and money I do not have because I need desperately to look at some art, but between you and me I'm longing to sink into the anonymity of a strange city - to walk for hours devoid of history, purged of sentiment. I am very happy to stay with K. again at his house near the sea, indeed I am bringing a whole load of rusty burdens to cast into the ocean. Let the salt pickle them dry as worm corpses I care not. Well for two days anyway.
Where the hell is my ship, if those idiots down at the harbour have burnt it there'll be the devil to pay. You are charged henceforth with its safety and well-being until my return. ¶ 11:29 AM
Surely I spend time and money I do not have because I need desperately to look at some art, but between you and me I'm longing to sink into the anonymity of a strange city - to walk for hours devoid of history, purged of sentiment. I am very happy to stay with K. again at his house near the sea, indeed I am bringing a whole load of rusty burdens to cast into the ocean. Let the salt pickle them dry as worm corpses I care not. Well for two days anyway.
Where the hell is my ship, if those idiots down at the harbour have burnt it there'll be the devil to pay. You are charged henceforth with its safety and well-being until my return. ¶ 11:29 AM
