Ray Bradbury

In London. In an unfamiliar part of the city with Ros S. There’s a big old building on our left. There’s a statue or bust – of Ray Bradbury. We go to a house. A small part of it – an upper room or part of a staircase – is mine, but a snowdrift has collected along a skirting board, despite its not being cold outside. People in the house are trying to deal with the snow. I feel homeless. (25/07/09)

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One Response to “Ray Bradbury”

  1. metafiction Says:

    Hey,

    I didn’t know you had a wordpress blog! I added you.

    Laura.

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