Not dead.

It's been a while.

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From time-to-time I am overcome with the memory of an artist who lived in a flat on Brock Street in Peterborough circa 1995. At the time he painted abstract nudes on unstretched canvases with black and white oil house paint. I think his name was Steven or Stephen. He graduated from OCA in the 1980s. He was beautiful and troubled. 

He is one of the few people I regret not sleeping with. 

I wonder what happened to him. I wonder if he lived, or if he’s online. 

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And the book says, "We may be through with the past, but the past ain't through with us."

 I've been writing for a couple of days. Working on using my voice. Working on the present, active voice.

Working to be better.