It was on the beach at Brighton, in a hot summer… when I saw a young woman in dark glasses walking along the quay, wearing heavy, heaped warm clothing despite the heat. When is comfort discomfort, and discomfort comfort?

“Belief in Predestination must be as comforting as believing in Hard Determinism.” Broken and splintered toenails. Bloody spittle on the pillowcase. White windowframes, red fenceposts, black roofs.

Does a ghost horse know a living rider? Does a living horse know a ghost rider?



David Miller







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