two hundred eighty eight


What’s that Orwell line about re-writing history?
Ignore that.
I start this project around this point. I can’t remember why, now, but I can point at the things that led to that moment. I had been asked by someone slightly crazier than I deserved if they might find themselves as a character in The Polaroid Press, and that horrified me. I wanted to put autobiography to bed, to think about it on such a demanding basis that I was left with fiction, and stories, where I hadn’t got any before. The problem is that it worked, and I am left unfinished with a too-recent history to consider.

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