When you get past the cliches of expression, I suppose you begin walking abandoned roads in a nowhere land. I wonder how novelists do it; finding in language an expression that is fresh, new and yet striking at the heart of its own truth. I’m not equiped with examples this early in the morning, and I don’t think I’ll be pottering around my books to look for good ones; it’s just an idle thought.
Rock music. 90’s grunge, STP and glorious clamour of guitars accompanying Scott Weiland’s voice. Back when I was holed up in my hostel studying for exams, Core would be on constant repeat, load and drowning out everything else on my first RM 75.00 radio-cassette player. It was my first radio, this rectangular, boxy thing. My father bought it for us when I was about 12 years old. It’s still around, these days droning out the monotony of news from the BBC. It had black dials and contraptions modulating output.
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