This was a very graphic thought that came to me the other day, which looked like an X-rated party political broadcast, though shot on a Hollywood blockbuster budget. The camera glides around a city, eavesdropping on bits of conversation. We’re drifting upwards, passing through clouds, seeing the coastline of Britain through the gaps, then seeing the curvature of the earth, fuzzy at the edge. The Earth gets smaller as we move further away, until it’s a small blue disk in a vast ocean of black. The moon comes into shot and we see what the Apollo astronauts saw and photographed…
There is a hole in the roof of the house I am living in and people are coming in, down a ladder. I don’t know where they’re coming from but there are loads of them. Some of them I know but most of them are strangers. They’re making themselves at home. I’m not sure if this is my house or not. Maybe it isn’t. Most of these people are quite friendly. I don’t really want to kick them out, and I think if I asked them to leave they would just be baffled.
I’m travelling with a family. They have a young boy, 5 or 6 years old. I have an old Super 8 camera that I give to him. I don’t know if it works. There’s a battery in it, so when you press the button you can hear the clicking, but I don’t have any film for it. It’s hard to find film for these things nowadays.
There are dense toxic gases and bacteria the size of buses, but apart from that, unless you’re able to see in the tenth dimension, there’s not much on Venus. Some call it the ninth dimension, some the eleventh, some the first, some say it isn’t a dimension at all. It doesn’t really matter what you call it, except to the Venusians for whom it’s very definitely the tenth dimension, and they get quite offended if you suggest it isn’t.
Still waiting on the laptop. I just phoned but the guy I needed to speak to wasn’t there so waiting for him to call back. Sitting in the common room of the hostel as people chat, eat breakfast, prepare sandwiches, decide what they’re doing today, talk about the differences between their countries – when there’s snow in Britain children are sent home from school.