3rd April 1671

Soft early drifts of morning run thick with monsters hugging shadows and bellowing my name, all thoughts of peace and quiet dissipate like spring frost upon windows. My shoeless feet pad the cobbled streets followed by the clacking of an unwanted  table and chair who have now become comrades and bedfellows to my journey. By afternoon hard rain forces refuge in allyways where we eat of meagre foods and ponder our path. As I watch my new found friends slumber under stolen blankets I think of  my future paths and seasons and how thin on the ground firewood might be come winter.

2nd April 1671

Inside an old nicotine stained cafe I whiled away the day watching creepy twig people
clutch soup bowls to their chests. In the corner a small orange man stroked his heavily
bandaged head and smiled. A feeling of deep unease came across me then and

followed by my table and chair I made my way outside.

1st April 1671

I did not bring the life I have upon me, Its true I have embraced it with partially open arms but as A child I was thrown into open fields and told 'Go, Run.Seek out truth, feast from the gristle, tie sparrows to trees, have faith in midgets' I reach an old wooden town lit by blue streetlights and crumbling with damp, A sign hangs before me 'Fortune favours the long of tooth' I doubt its sentiments but admire its typeface.

31st March 1671

I walked through purple sodden fog to a field of  rusted tin men seemingly frozen mid battle, Strange animals whisper insults from the trees and throw odd pieces of masonry at my head. After sundown I wrapped myself in strange animal skins and whistled myself to slumber.

30th March 1671

They say that God is real and sits in judgement, but the wreckage at my feet serves no higher purpose. Fell asleep in a corn field while watching clouds crawl past a sun long given up on human affairs. In far off places they are drinking wine and laughing, boats launch from harbours, babies are born into chaos and I lie awaiting blankets of crows. I awoke in time to see a huge statue striding through the fields, destination unknown

29th March 1671

In Recent days I have grown accustomed to the followings of an office lamp named Douglas, Douglas is an office lamp with ambitions, An office lamp who will go far, Douglas has seen the future and it is a future which is littered with offices in need of lamps, He tells me of his past ridden with bedside lamps and candles, Lamps with no ambition, lamps with 40 watt bulbs who will burn out and fade. I wish Douglas well but I have no need of lamps, the sun rises and falls as it has always done, we walk into the future because we have no choice.

28th March 1671

I find pleasure in the strangest things, clocks raining on hillsides, dwarfs digging holes in which to hide vagrants, Vegetables uprooting en masse and running down country lanes. They tell us 'the world is ours' but I find it slipping through my fingers each day

27th March 1671

Strange weather holds horses to paddocks and flattens early morning grass, I awake to the smell of bonfires in far off places forever taking me home. To die here would be pleasure but footsteps take me on, outwards to new worlds and the scream of life forever new, new distance, new troubles, I dream of winter and coldness that sets to the bone

26th March 1671

By an old swamp filled with half submerged office furniture I shook hands with a sad faced wastrel who carried a birdcage filled with bats, He talked hesitantly about Belguim and trenchfoot and smiled warmly when I mentioned he reminded me of tuesdays, Later in a clearing I found a wooden leg roasting chestnuts and singing songs of its youth.

25th March 1671

Distant drums call from coastal villages, waking me from slumber. I walk a pathway through suburban gardens filled with ancient sunhouses, ghosts of cats and dogs run at my feet. My bag is packed with memories and sandwiches and morning clouds seem to follow with ease, shadowy gardeners leaning on wooden spades and hoes watch me as I pass, forward there is future, behind me broken paths

24th March 1671

There is nothing wrong, nothing untoward or amiss, No one is hiding in hedgerows or crouching unseen on pantry shelves, no black dogs scratching at doors or bats in distant belfries, my gardens are clear from ghouls and unwanted guests, the madness and flux run of unwanted, my windows bring only daylight, dark clouds seek someone else but me

23rd March 1671

I have no foibles with the passing of time, no regrets save for that which causes me harm, I stand aloof from crows and decedents and yet with face pressed into windows I see only worlds turning which shall never be mine. Bring on the mad seas, let me taste the madness before I reach the sheltered port.

22nd March 1671

Today I met a blue frog collective singing ballads of their youth, by the 10th verse of 'Bad Toad Goes To Market' I moved  down the road, onward to shelter from quickening storms and crows who carry chimneys in their feet

21st March 1671

I walk into faded misted morning, the landscape cracked, sodden and ribboned by guilt. Far off in the distance I see a huge bird with a green lantern in its beak. I walk forward wishing only I had shoes.

20th March 1671

I reach an attic through damp peeling wallpaper and threadbare carpets, the daylight through a small window greets me like a friend. An old lady with black swollen fingers and hair of cobwebs sits in the corner chanting the words 'Seek wolves and they shall find you' I have not lost my task, I have not lost my way, I pick leaves to fashion a coat of nature and break out into stars, all is familiar and broken and forgotten in time. I am a wall of strength and my time is not yet at an end.

19th March 1671

It is a sullen wind that blows through the empty rafters of my mind and disturbs the cobwebs inside. On the first hallway I found three doors guarded by shop dummies. upon the first door was written the word 'guilt' on the second the word 'sorrow' and on the third 'teaset' I thought briefly of Holland and decided to pass on by

18th March 1671

I hide in nooks and crannys and random shadows while far away the moon holds a telescope to spy me through missing rooftiles and shingles. Upon a stairwell lit by coloured glass I find a small boy made from twigs holding a broken rabbit.

17th March 1671

I sat for a while on lost threadbare carpets waiting for my next move to become apparent, In the next room an elegant man and woman danced without sound, beside them two old men (clearly asleep) clutched Violins covered in dust, after a while the woman curtsied, the man bowed and they started again. I gazed out the window in time to catch sight of a gentleman in striped pajamas leap of across the rooftops holding a ginger cat.

16th March 1671

Feeling hollow and uncertain I entered into the house and felt the hands of destiny at my back, forever pushing forward without time or pause for thought, something lies within which may not let me leave, to continue on my path is all I want and all I cannot have. Inside I found a large room filled with paintings of a man at different stages of his life, as the paintings progressed so to did the sense of loss in his face, In the final painting he held a rose. I sat be the fire and poured myself wine from a blue glass bottle.

15th March 1671

Portents of doom surround me like early morning fire, 'I have my life in hand ' I say ' I shall not waver from the path' but the path I no longer know, everything is flux and madness and instructions read by lamplight. Secretly I know nothing and belief in nothing will hold me through storms and laughter from birds and small men with axes. I found a cobwebbed mansion upon the edge of the forest, a rusted sign read 'Seek shelter here for secrets lie within' I walk without choice or reason.