A little glimpse of our Ballard project in the works – I just went through The Drought and put this collection of quotes together:
encompassing the fading skyline
the sounds of the lions baying among the dunes
the lines that once marked its boundaries
the film of cetyl alcohol
fingers feeling the blood-streaked neck of the peacock
No-one would attempt to rob him of so small a pool of water
We’re moving straight back into the past
mats of dried kelp to help keep out the cold
the embers of the burnt-out train sent their long plumes of smoke into the sky
his chipped, creamy voice
archaic minerals sealed behind glass cases
