
BUK (YUCK!) and BUDDHA BULL or: CLOCK-WATCHING IN A ROOM OF GENTLY-RISING FLOOD WATER
A few weeks ago I picked up Beloved Wife at the main train station. I was early, watched the clock, the minute-hand seemed frozen in the cold. Fifteen minutes took an hour. The clock of the human face behaves in quite the opposite fashion; always in such a rush. While waiting for Beloved Wife’s train to roll in (it was 11:12 pm and very cold) a dissolute-looking, fat-lipped blonde in a frazzled (but real) fur coat approached me and gestured, by pointing at it, that I should lift one of my headphone cups and engage with her. She could have … Continue reading BUK (YUCK!) and BUDDHA BULL or: CLOCK-WATCHING IN A ROOM OF GENTLY-RISING FLOOD WATER