Life should be full of strangeness Like a rich painting.
The Fall, "How I Wrote 'Elastic Man,'" 1980.
Sunday, August 12, 1984
Insect rasp
Since I’ve come back I’ve been more nervous at nights than I was before.
I woke up at 4 or 5 a.m., sweating fearfully in the grey dark. Then I heard a strange noise, a rhythmic insect rasp, and I turned my room upside down trying to find the cause.
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