20th April 2012
(In Loving Memory of Colin)
Conscious and Unconscious in Varying Degrees of Time (In loving memory of Colin) They called me when I was sitting staring out the window (and wondering about proliferation) Could have knocked me down with a feather (or anything handy). ‘But that’s absurd’, I said, unmoved, unemotional. ‘He’s in the best of health’, I said. ‘I would have known’, I said,…