stags rutting -jan. 2019

I'm with my brother James, and we are traveling together with Brecon. there's a dangerous part of town which I remember as a kid, and James doesn't want to walk this way but I say it will be easy, it's only short. it's the most direct route home. so I eventually convince him and we cycle down or run down and I am going a little too fast because of my fear, and I slip off a big slope, and can't hold on. I'm falling through the air with the ground far below me.

I land safely somehow by twisting my body in the air.

I'm a the bottom of a garden. the dangerous people in the flats will be around soon, perhaps they will mug me.


I walk back up round the flats through the garden, right around the tower block where I fear the dangerous people live. but what I see surprises me.

all these teenagers are hanging out smoking Weed and taking drugs. and they all have ginger hair. and they are all at different levels of the stairs.

they look like modern flower fairies gone a bit pixie.

it's quite a spectacle.


they disappear when I try to photo them.
fast.



now I meet this boy at a party. he's been fasting because he's not got money for food. somehow I've managed to get to the front of the line , and have the first meal. but I don't want to share it with these hungry people because I know they haven't worked for it.

so I eat to myself. they tell me, the poor people, they have been living off nitrogen supplements.


which I didn't know you could get.

the guy with sunken cheeks looks longingly at my greens.

now we are in a swimming pool. and it's very crowded. everyone is playing games. some of the games are dangerous. two men have these curved blades that they fit to there arms and they are both sharpening them on the others blades, as if they were two stags, clashing horns.

they proclaim spiritual authority, and compete for the lead position.

that's why there is so many of them, crowding the pool.