Nap
Chris Andrews, 10 September 2009
“... A ten-minute Jesuit nap with shoes on releases the hypnagogic sentences mimicking the rhythms of sports commentary, morphing darkly into a story like this: In the sunless world where we’d arranged to meet everything’s lit from within and space has nerves that pass through your throat (if you slide along them like a curtain ring it will hurt the next day) but it turned out to be much harder to leave my body behind than my slugabed mind, so we plumped for the Donkey on Fire instead with its comforting smell of public carpet, billiard balls clacking and vinyl silences ... ”