And thank you to my dear mother and father for allowing me to call them elderly and for not criticising my punctuation in public
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The following diary excerpts, emails, texts and transcripts will record my extraordinary experiences as I prepare some sort of work for the next Whitstable Biennale in 2010. At the point of writing I have very little idea of what I will do. All the records are exactly contemporary and given from the standpoint and within the range of knowledge of those who gave them.
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- I am cold. Has it rained in the night? It is too e...
- Lucia
- Preparations
- The morning light can be an intensely painful expe...
- Undead!
- In my bath
- Back in Ipswich and the everyday toil of work. Cha...
- Invitation?
- Brussels to Ipswich
- Antwerp to Brussels
- Evening Antwerp - The lock keeper's house.
- Second Day Antwerp City Centre
- Morning - Antwerp
- Morning - Antwerp - the lock keeper's house.
- Night -Antwerp
- Antwerp - later
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- The man in front smells odd his finger nails are l...
- Antwerp
- Fatigue
- Email received late Monday evening:"Hi AlexWe will...
- A Shock
- Forebodings
- An Apology
- Yours Testily
- Deleria
- Sickness
- Homewards on the Ipswich Flyer
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