Elementary Time Management for the Junior Philosopher
I am nervous as I approach the Cogent Arms, George’s favourite public house. I can see his silhouette in the large front window – the outline of his trademark fedora clear through the frosted glass. I enter and nod at the barman. He knows I’m
They spun their webs very early in the morning, before any of the humans were awake. Even the men who delivered the post were too tardy to catch them. By the time Mildred the Milk Lady had begun her rounds the ice webs had already
‘You’re late!’ ‘I know,’ he said, pulling back a seat and smiling at me. As if that would work. ‘You’re always late,’ I said. ‘I know,’ he said as he sat down facing me – the smile remained on his face, undeterred. ‘I’ve eaten already,’
Edited transcript — conversation held in front of the blue flashing screen. Wed 21st 15.34 (microphone functioning)
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I was there for about an hour waiting for Misty Walk. We hadn’t met but I was a fan of her work, so I knew what she looked like sitting in a giant cocktail glass without any clothes on. The alley was dark and quiet.
The smallest thing was yellow and hunched over. I couldn’t see it very well as it was behind the other three things. The things all looked similar – like weird, organic Russian dolls that might, if scooped out, fit inside each other. Arm inside arm,