[Dated January 2017] The cadence starts in C, but loses all tonal sense seconds later. The instrument it is played on does not exist. It has returned now. I have spent days preparing variations of sheet notation for the piece, and when played back on the piano, they have never even begun to come close to the scales that shift in the distance.
[Dated June 2016] I met somebody at work today. There was something about his eyes that rang hollow like the kind of expression I imagine people see me to have. It’s not often that I see that look in people – there’s usually just that standard manufactured glaze that digs really deep inside me, realising how inevitable everything really is.
[Dated June 2016] The collar of my shirt is soaked through, and my feet are sweating so much that it feels as if I’m walking through a swamp. The girl behind the counter asks me for ID, and I take out my provisional driving licence.
[Dated October 2015 and July 2016] Drawing near to the end now. I’m ready for it. I think. Been waiting for them to come for me for a while now. It’s a nice room – not too cold, not too warm. Full air conditioning, what a rarity – and it’s quiet for miles around.
[Dated late 2014] Somebody knocks on my door and I try to stand but fall back down. I try to stand again and this time my legs grace me with regular use and I stumble to the door with the bottle of beer in my hand. I open the door.