The Drought

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

 

 

 

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