A flying horse

To Elspeth, From Another Universe

To Elspeth, I doubt you remember my drunken explanation to you, some years ago, of Schrodinger’s Cat, parallel universes and how, at every decision, every possible outcome happens and the world forks and splits, all outcomes thus beginning to exist in their own realities, and realities forking out from them, ad infinitum. Also, how’s your Dad, before I forget? I doubt you …

Space ship

Distance

The sea. The smell of fish. The smell of the sea. Sand under my feet. Sunsets. Rain. The smell of cities after it rains. The cinema. Popcorn. Being warm and being cold. Sleeping. Waking up. Sex. Eating. Music. Music I know. Music I’d forgotten about. Music I’d never heard before. Onions. Animals. Dreams. These are things I miss. I re-read …