Blue
Christopher Burns, 19 July 1984
“... would be here somewhere, sitting in the corner of the room with that exact blue uniform and film-star skin. Of course there could be nothing there. It was just another of my outmoded fantasies, my own hackneyed way of trying to cope. I may have slept then. Certainly I conjured images as contradictory as a dream. I am reaching out, one hand splayed, through ... ”