I am sitting at
the big BL (British Library) and it is deserted! I can see about three other
people up here on the second floor of Humanities. I have never, in all my years
of BL flight (of fancy, imagination; but also because sitting in the big BL is
like sitting inside a spaceship – do you not think?). With this in mind,
all the other students have been sucked out through a tube and are now floating
around in space making bizarre hand (and general limb gestures – more
elasticity in space you know?) because they cannot hear each other whispering
to each other, or slamming books, or banging chairs. As there is no sense of
proportion out there in space – and they have been trained in here – their
gesturing becomes more and more grotesque as they orbit the planet…their books and notes and laptops and mobiles forming auras around them…but I have spoken too soon. It is
10.15 and the spaces around me are rapidly filling up. With rusty, bangy, whispery folk! And in inner writing space, I can hear a pin drop…Let’s try these headphones.
And so to becoming a Welsh man again in the book that I am currently writing.
