Shipley Central

Writing on the train the morning after. Not been sleeping well.

A strange, rather disassociated day. Both starkly real and weirdly unreal (I've blipped the real bit). I've witnessed a letting go, shapes shifting in a fire, a past melting, reduced to ashes and smoke. I've questioned what I'm feeling, wondered what is true, struggled to form words, finding only images ... haunting images.

And then, unfortunately, a confirmed Ebola case in Scotland. Things are about to get even busier around here than they have been already!