Excerpts from C. E. Jones Diary, April 2020, Aberysthwith
(for reasons of comprehension the written notes are represented in print)
(Island of Boredom)
April 3rd, Afternoon
We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves strong. The amount of work is the same. I’ve been locked in this damn house for four weeks now. Outside only clouds and sheep. The more I look, the less I know which is which. Somebody’s boring me. I think it’s me.
(Cape Inspiration)
April 7th
Luckily Carwyn agreed for me to take some pictures. Carwyn. Carwynnie. Time passes. Listen. Time passes. You are the only light in this place. Let me shipwreck in your thighs.
(The Playful River)
April 25th, after my nap
Time held me green. And I ask myself: Does this path have a heart? If it does, then the path is good. If it doesn’t then it is of no use.
(Thought’s Shore)