There are times when, completely unbidded, a work will simply spring right into the middle of my mind from it’s unplumbed depths. I always wonder where these words come from, why they’re occurred to me and if i can apply some psychological signifgance. Last week the word (there were others too but this one stuck.) was antediluvian. This morning it was Gallifrey. It’s great that for a few moments these words are just sounds, syllables. They’re stripped of any connections, they’re just a thing pointing to the possibility of meaning, if I can only remember what it is.
Our love is like the border between Greece and Albania…”