my arm is round S and we are reading something, she is playing with my fingers. M asks what i am doing. neither of us respond.
i was mean to S.
headline gig at the hobbit, full stage set with sliding wall and single window. everyone is there to watch. M is front centre.
animals are being put down on petri dishes. V climbs onto me and dies in my arms. i cry.
walking over the hill. a clearing before the summit, rows of cans of wd40 and oil and junk. haggard man rambling, pacing in striped pyjamas. hurry past but johan follows with legs in a sack and wearing a gimp mask.
with agent cooper in unfamiliar house looking for clues. S on two posters and she is next, distraught, can’t get in touch with her.