Radio

When I am at my most drastically unhappy I like to stream the radio through my computer and flitter about until I reach radio 4. It means I can write with the laptop and still have something going on, some person talking to me. I can’t bear to be on my own. You all know that by now. I don’t cope well with absences.
I’m a writer and we need to have language filtering through us. In winter you wear a jacket; when I want to write I wear the noise around me. Coffee shops always heave with chattering people in the winter. Fuelled by caffeine and lust, I watch people interact with each other and live through their lives like a parasite. I’m in love with them all and would love to get closer and know them. Often I do.