First letter home after total unfamiliarity with everything that happens at his new public school.

the machine it's not so bad one of the best friends I ever had the machine knows what we need, the machine won't make us bleed the machine packs us into trite coffeehouses

Short bit of text about a relationship with space.

When a marriage breaks down and one family home becomes two, it's traumatic for everyone. But no one ever thinks of the teddies, whose enforced separation is just as real as they turn out to be...

I think in life, if in the past we've been shunned by love we tend to distrust it, reject it even, atleast to start with, it breaks our heart down to meer paper. Paper thin walls

Gangly stems on damp clay-ey verge, sun-bleached smocks like a milky surge of many small flowers, lilac-pale; Milk-maids wave in a soggy vale. Lower leaf-stalks with leaflets rounded,

A wake up to the sun beaming through my already sunshine yellow curtains, the light dancing on my walls and as I follow the light around the room my eyes fix on the pictures of you,

where do you get your ideas from?