(Derek Ford’s amazing piece for the interior of the Last Drink Bird Head anthology)
1.
I dreamt of a falling apart hotel in some tropical location. It was on the side of a mountain and it swayed on stilts like something alive trying to break free of its restraints. Ann and I were staying there on holiday. The help staff had all been former members of the government in that country, but deposed during a coup. They had established their own form of Marxism within the hotel, which meant that the gues
Published on June 20, 2009 10:14