I want to record at the Fortress because...

the fat lady went over to the door and opened it a crack.
The silhouette of her cigarette dangled dangerously from between Dylan Thomas lips.
“Ah, Pook is here!” she said and nearly three-quarters of an inch of ash tumbled to the floor.

On the night of the 12th there was a peculiar light in the north east.
It was after midnight and a solitary cricket was singing out from somewhere near where I was sitting.

On the night of the 12th there was a peculiar light in the north east.
It was after midnight and a solitary cricket was singing out from somewhere near where I sat.

On the night of the 12th there was a peculiar light in the north east.
It was after midnight and a solitary cricket was singing out from somewhere near me.

On the night of the 12th there was a peculiar light in the north east.
It was after midnight and a solitary cricket was singing out from somewhere nearby.

In the night there was a peculiar light in the north east.
It was after midnight and a solitary cricket was singing out from somewhere nearby.

In the night there was a peculiar light in the north east.
It was after midnight and something sang.

After midnight there was a peculiar song in the north east.

After midnight there’s always a peculiar song in the north east.

Death is always closer than you think.

Sex is just an excuse for living. But you don’t need to believe that to record at the Fortress.
I think everyone should try it my way once.

In the future there will only be the recorders and the recorded.
Which side of the glass do you want to be?

Soon there will be a breeze and everyone will be smiling gently, like there was no now

© Andrew Downs