• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 02

Edward the Fish

This light I create by the strugglings of my conscience towards honesty. I it was, yes indeed it was I who wasted the photocopier toner photocopying nothing, or not nothing but the deep sea, deep as the deep Atlantic ocean, that’s how deep is my emotion. On the original can I just say in my defence that it looked like a hyphen, or a dash perhaps dash’d off by Emily Dickinson, but I zoomed in by mistake and the photocopier rolled out page after page soaked with squid ink, deep dyed, deep deep, deep deep deep de deep deep I don’t wanna be John Cooper Clarke’s—this light I send into the sea in the hope that someone seeing it will understand that by it I mean that I didn’t mean to, I really didn’t mean to.
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