I am so old and live in such a place. Daily, I perform rituals – That is, habits repeated to get necessaries. I tell myself they are beautiful Even though I hate everything I have become.
I see her, two or three fleeting times a day – I see her in the thrust of the dawn, in the polished mirror of the now silent dinner table, in the moon silver pitch of the endless night, except it’
Now Tony, he was your old school bin-man. Mid-fifties when I joined up. I knew him for what – five years. He was like a sort of figurehead to the younger lads.