Journal
Welcome to Ian Miller's journal. Mutterings from the Dark Cupboard, excerpts from The Broken Diary.
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My Birthday
11th Nov. 11:29 My Birthday. Depressed, so much so, that not even lemon cake can lift the veil. Terrible nightmare last night. I watched my mother die on the opposite bank of a wide river. Woke with a start, my heart racing.
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Osmoticmeld
Osmosis: the process of gradual or unconscious assimilation of ideas. Meld: a thing formed by melding; a combination.
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Max Helter
His name was: MAX HELTER He had legs of tin (well greased against the brine.) and lived in a derelict Boat House, at the northern end of a small isolated Bay. The Boat House had once served as a Life Boat Station.
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Thursday Oct 8th 1998
Thursday Oct 8th 1998: Coffee. Grey skies. Feeling wonderful. Stomach bubbling. I’m not depressed.
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![Sept 21st 1980]()
Sept 21st 1980
Sept 21st 1980 6:02am: Why not start here? Then pause.
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