Solitaire

I lay on the bed for a while, looking at the evening light on the ceiling. After midnight, when the sun was at its lowest, I got up again and played hand after hand of solitaire to feed my brain some dopamine. Solitaire is the only card game I can play. When we had fuel

Bruneau

I used to watch talk shows on MASS. Interviews – all kinds, I wasn’t fussy. I liked to see how people talked to each other in the years before the war. How open they seemed to be with each other, even when it was a stagey openness, even when they were playing caricatures of themselves.

We were going to be Uralians, John Muir and I. We were going to go east, to Chelyabinsk in the Urals, and plant sunflowers in the hot zone. Some places are more than just co-ordinates. Sodom, Plymouth Rock, Auschwitz, Hiroshima, San Diego, Taipei. They are landmarks in our psyche, cemented in there by stories told

Broughton’s Notes

Description of the manuscript Manuscript is five single sheets of paper 210 x 297 mm (20th-21st century commercial A4 size), ruled in light blue, now moderately faded. All sheets written on recto only. Except for list of names and signatures on Sheet 3, there are two hands evident – Hand 1 is Andrew Broughton, Hand