Life should be full of strangeness Like a rich painting.
The Fall, "How I Wrote 'Elastic Man,'" 1980.
Sunday, July 26, 1981
Lonely
Mum and Dad went on holiday at nine and so, except for George, I'm on my own. I was at a loss as to what to do, so I sat out in the sun reading The Middle Passage all afternoon. I admit I've been lonely; it’s so stupid.
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