FROM THE BACK (Friday)

On the way over to the launch of the Compass of Mystery, Mivart Studios - a week of openings, this week - briefly at the Circus - youths waving, calling each other from different levels - shoppers going home to wear what they’ve bought, go out, visit friends, to the cinema, the pub...
...addiction fucks the future...dissolves the foundations of tomorrow...God, the big white telephone...
...psychosis when the acid’s stronger than expected, eating the mics like cornflakes, throwing up colours...
...the car broke down in the middle of nowhere, we sat smoking listening to the radio until the battery died. She got out when he told her.
‘Why’d you say that for?’
‘Fuck off,’ he said. ‘It’s none of your fucking business.’
‘Yeh, alright, I only asked.’
Later he said, ‘You fancy her, don’t you?’
His breath wrapped itself around my neck. Fuck, it wasn’t his breath it was his hands and we fought in the car, me from the front, him? From the back.

CABOT CIRCUS OPENING