May 26, 2020 — bp
London, United Kingdom
A sharp boat was coming up the river in my dream last night — slick white and blue paintwork and stained wood. The engine sounded powerful but it was crawling. Over the windshield I could see a pair of tricorn hats and parasols as the past bled into the present. They got off the boat and climbed the steps clutching leather holdalls and crates of beer. I followed them into the house next door. My mind was the eye and the camera. David Attenborough was inside sitting by the Rayburn. They didn’t seem to notice him. They flipped on the lights and started to argue about not having brought enough drugs for the weekend. I remember having a strong feeling of sexual attraction to David Attenborough. He watched things unfold in a knowing kind of way whilst slamming shots of mescal. I saw him crunch down on the worm with conviction and a virtually imperceptible grimace. I had an urge to go and sit on his lap and curl up. To get embryonic. I think I wanted him to tell me that everything was going to be alright. But I knew he wouldn’t do that — couldn’t do that — so I didn’t. The men with elaborate cuffs and tailcoats were suddenly really drunk and arguing about politics. Talk of slaves and land to be cleared — the stubbornness of the damn jungle — colonial times. There was bad techno with glitched out harpsichord playing in another room. Through a doorway I glimpsed Greta Thunberg, forehead against the wall, swaying to the beat in a melancholic kind of way with a can of cider hanging from her hand. The women in lace looked freaked out, casting quick, angry glances at the men. I could go close and hear what they were repeating to each other: there’s something broken and I don’t know how to fix it. Just after the sun sets the wind drops. In the still you can smell wild garlic and sweet musty decay, while thousands of insects thrum in the tree canopy
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