I’ve been writing Prose for much longer (though less successfully) than scripts, and the form still holds a lot of nostalgia for me. Too often, however, I found my message being lost in overbearing sentences and the desire to represent exactly the image seen by my mind’s eye.

Many of my pieces will simply never see the light of day, but in the vain hope that the sum of their failures amounts to the success of the rest, I leave some here, to demonstrate some of the disordered magic which can emerge from my mind.

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