Saturday, May 31, 2008

Written In Blood

I have been at Uni for hours, writing away amongst piles of books and notes. For a while I kept thinking I could smell blood and wondered if perhaps I was bleeding or someone else in the office was eating steak tartare, but when I held the paper I was working from to my face I realised the scent I had picked up was ink.

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