More Horror.

I watched the latest instalment of the Japanese horror film tonight. There was more liposuction, more of the jar…

Tonight I didn’t wonder what they do with that stuff, I wondered what it smells like. More horrible imaginings that are less than present fears.

It’s late and nobody has talked to me for a week, apart from somebody who asked to borrow money. That was a relief because I still sometimes wonder whether I’ve died and nobody has told me.