What is the song for tonight? It is an important choice, a song for end and beginning to end.

I feel already that I have not been here and there and there.

I rode a white horse around the world.

I found freedom and speech and bits of discarded writing. I found corrupted politicians eating off the loss of a people. I found a woman with one long brown glove and pink pyjamas who made me food and gave it to me in a small white container.

And –

Lately I saved myself. It was a big fall but I have pulled myself clear. It is that kind of song. Songs of despair and vulgarity and pitch perfect arrival in the world. It is the song that Pov sang at the end of our work. It is that song that summed it, as they say, up.

Later –

We all sit on couch and laugh and chat. It is brilliant, in the most simple way.

This burning world.

What did you see sings Bob and what did you hear?

Maybe, she says, I will write my own song.

This hot earth. Underrepresented people. Thin white lines. So very very thin. Everything is collapsing dear.

At 6am I was in the early air of morning, amongst the street. 6pm and I am  - gone - drowning in other people’s noise. Sudden disjuncture. 

What remains my dear?