SURVEY FROM EXILE 1
Cocooned in alien smells the sofa and the cigarettes the coffee cup half empty feeling nothing only a rolling emptiness like the dull grey sky. These are the none days postscript to a life already lived. The Newspaper speaks of a world full of busy the energy of activity, anger laughter and the solemn laying on of hands giving life and liberty to objects the work of living the filling out of hours. Here there is only empty silence and the crumpled boredom of dead leaves.