Favourite memory?: Probably my first date with Matthew, and also my last night working in the wine store, Jenny, Willim and I went out for drinks and got very drunk. Good memories! And MAN those hotdogs from the street stall were DAMN good!

Near death experience?: A serious suicide attempt.... a few drugs overdoses but nothing too serious *cheeky smile*

Best experience: Eating chocolate. Always. Or a really good orgasm, but it's a close call.

What are you reading at the moment?: "Veronika Decides to Die" by Paulo Coelho. Brilliant, and believe it or not, very uplifting. Recommended!




Excerpt from The Voyage
Lorcan Black

"The moon is high, and white, like the eye of some God peering down at us through some hole in the heavens. The stars are cold and appear as though sprinkled across the stratosphere like sugar, or crystallised salt.

It is the sea that draws me down here. As a child, at night, restless or sleepless I would sneak from the house and come down here. Down where the shells are washed up onto the beach, where odd trinkets slipped or overthrown from passing ships way out on the ocean are offered to us, as sacrifices washed in from the sea.

At night there is a certain calmness, a quietude not found anywhere else. It is known only to those who live by the sea, who know that it is not merely an ocean, it is a being. Great, ancient and to be respected.

I used to sit here, for hours; shoeless, sockless, my feet in the sands. Our rambling old house watching over it, like a mother, perched on a spit of land looking out onto the sea. This old house was so aged that it almost breathed itself, watching out over the sea like a sentry from sunrise through sunset. The back garden runs toward the cliffs, if you hop our wall in the back garden and follow a trail down the hillside to the right, it will lead you to a stretch of beach and it is here that I sit. The sun has already set, I came late and my father and stepmother had already departed for the airport, and I was left alone, as I had wished.

A cool wind blows in off the sea. Waves roll into white surf and fizz on the sand, gurgling and spitting over rocks as the sea drags them back out. I sit there for hours.

As I stand to go in, I am irrepressibly drawn further down to the water, to the white of the surf. The cold washes my feet and dazzles my toes with its coolness. Each new wave that rolls up swashes around my ankles until I can no longer feel any warmth from them.

I think how easy it would be. How peaceful, to be washed away by the sea, caught in it’s own natural dragnet of currents. Washed out to the centre of this great being, to be swallowed up in the spit of some unknown God, washed white and sinless.

It could be so easy, I think, as my toes flirt seductively with the fresh wash of waves rolling in, the hiss on the sand augmented in my ears by the night’s silence. I walk in deeper, deeper still, until I am knee high in the water and it rushes in with the tide, closer, further, up, up, up until I am hip high, tendrils of seaweed tickling at my feet, sinking slightly into the underwater sand as another wave knocks me off balance.

It would be easy. I would wash up somewhere eventually, another beach or a dock, perhaps further out, perhaps upon the rocks of the land spit, home to the lighthouse. There they would find my body, wrapped in sea weed, skin pickled by the salt, and bloated with water. No longer a name, no longer a mind, no longer living… it is just me and the sea, to whom I offer up my penances, and it takes them gladly. The moon watches, the stars wink and somewhere nearer to the village a dog is barking in the on-coming blackness."

©The Voyage*, by Lorcan Black, 2006...

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