Rifling through some old papers today I found this little fragment from 22 years ago and thought I might post it as one from the vault.
“Waves like teeth, and the wind and the spray, and your ship down by the hull”.
This is the real time travel, invented thousands of years ago, leaving me still feeling a bit wrecked (tho so much older) upon how that heartbreak feels.
I also clearly remember setting the work with a "fragment in homage" to Lawrence Durrell ("down by the hull") but despite of the power of Google and the internet I can't find the phrase or its source within his work.
Perhaps I don't remember so well after all...
P. Julian
24 January 2019