She knew death temporarily waking up after her hip operation-a knee operation-a broken pelvis-she was knocked unconscious at least 5 times. She also knew she was booked for a 2nd hip op in June. She had been in oblivion a place no one knows but being there is silence. It is not categorisible
When it’s a struggle thinking of a pussycat whose claws are so cleverly sharp that the Skylark doesn’t stand a chance. Whose immediacy is so immediate and bursting with fervour your mind contracts into a black hole. You die here. In silent passion. Dead.