death and loss and darkness.


Why do I wake up and the first thing I discover is that Heath Ledger is dead.

Actually it was the second, the first thing was opening hob an lam to find the last 2000 words mysteriously vanished.

Which is a prompt from my muse or whatever, I think. It’s saying, write it better this time around.

Anyway, back to Heath. I don’t watch a whole lot of movies, but I always thought his voice was pure sex.


He was younger than me.

As for the dark, well, load shedding continues, only this time it managed to trap a whole lot of people on the top of Table Mountain over night. I bet the tourists *loved* that.

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