Although i was trying hard to preserve them - Dawn, my dreams, fantasies, waking nightmares - in my own private deep-freeze, He kept pressuring me to give them an airing. "Write them down. It will help you," he urged.
He is an oily unsatisfactory man; he tries to get me off guard and vulnerable. Of course he is my mentor. He is also a sly bastard who calls himself a friend. (Despite my best efforts I've never been able to shock him. As a matter of fact he has surprised me several times.)
So here i am, 'writing it all down' in my little book, taking my own very human clockwork to pieces.
I hope it helps.
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