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Autumn

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Autumn makes me tired and moody. I lie in the bath for hours and stare at my pubic hair, simulating an alligator farm in the New Orleans marshes before and after Katrina (seen from the air, I love miniature. Mm, I have to check the map of the US ...). I am confused and distracted. Yesterday I flushed half a cup of cold coffee in the toilet and peed in the sink. My sense of humour tumbles into a bottomless pit, while leaves discolour and waltz with the wind…. Which reminds me of Patrick Swayze. I don’t know why. But the word s-w-ai-z-ee embodies all that autumn is today. It’s like the word” sole” when I stand on the beach in Northern France, staring at the white cliffs of Dover in the distance. I can only think of that word. Sole, sole, sole. With every step in the sand I have to repeat it. And nearby seagulls pick it up. Sole, sole, sole, screaming it into the air. When I was little, I used to wonder about the language of birds. But then I discovered that the mistake we make is to is