Darkness surrounds me. I am beset on all sides by demons. Apart from this, work is going well. “Meleager’s Garland” opens soon in Lincoln, though I feel due largely to a feeling of lethargic ennui I may not make the opening. Today’s business has been the testing of the live broadcast software for http://www.fieldbroadcast.org/
Hopefully next week will see my attempts to launch rockets broadcast live onto desktops around the world. I am sincerely hoping I won’t blow my fingers off whilst craving a bit of innocent drama. My test broadcast was much more pedestrian as I chose to film a surveillance camera that swivels menacingly in the street outside my new lodgings. So far settling into the flat is progressing at a languid pace. The purchase of a lurid rug has allowed my companion and I to ‘picnic’ in the living room. We still do most of our ‘living’ in the bedroom which is in itself larger than my old appartments at St George’s street. Last night, huddled in bed, we watched a film in which a character called Verbal constructed it’s entire narrative from the words on papers pinned to the wall behind his interrogator.
