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Last night I had a proper existential nightmare. I went for a walk but the landscape started to change, and I felt confused and frightened. So I decided to ask the name of this strange place, thinking to get a bus back. Nobody would tell me and I’d forgotten where I came from. Worse still, I didn’t know who I was.
At some point I realised it was a dream and woke up with a horrible feeling of being hollowed out. But at least I got this poem.
There’s a black hole in my heart
I’m a golem with the scroll
missing, bare oblate spheroid
mourning for its atmosphere.
Waking up, my name feels strange
who I am a fantasy
my brain whistling in the dark.
I Don’t Have a Title for This
The Picture House Goes Dark
There’s never been much to do in Campbeltown, but at least we had a unique art deco Picture House, which celebrated its centenary last year. It rarely showed anything except bog standard American movies, but there was a First Mondays showing each month when more out-of-ordinary films were offered. And over the summer we had simultaneous broadcasts from operas and plays in London.
At the end of August, the Picture House closed down after losing money hand over fist. With the promise of a two year refurbishment if the money can be raised. I hope so.