- Vol. 02
- Chapter 01
You document with imagesWe forget some things and others we remember.
One photograph you have not taken haunts you.
One night in casualty, I held a boy.
Standing on a beach and watching the incoming tide.
Tasting gin once and repeating the same.
You cannot get black or white out of your mind.
His name is in writing.
The moon waxes and wanes.
Cocktail bars remind me of paintings by Blake.
You hide as much skin as you can.
You know your own history.
I wash myself without soap.