Brenchley Gardens 27/7/20

There are 3 dogs to the right of me and they’re very happy. I’m sitting on the grass and the sun is setting all orangey in the sky. London sunsets are different. The sky looks bigger and smaller. It shines light on the readymade parks, shaped by the pencil on paper of some white man years ago. We all have to live our lives in the shapes that he likes.

A chunky husky just came up to me for a stroke. He had one blue eye and one brown eye. I love dogs. They don’t care about worries or chores or a long to-do list – they just want a stroke, and that’s that.

I wrote this on paper and then typed it up. I find it much easier to write on paper. My handwriting is like a code, secret and swirling.

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