Christopher Sanderson

Platinum, Pelikan, Moleskine Christopher Sanderson

Part memoir, part stream of consciousness, part diary, part dream, part story, part disclosure, part hiding, part certainty, part doubt, part me, part all of the people I have ever known; partly for you, partly for everyone. Not to put too fine a point on it, however, to become so assured in its use that I might, for this moment, pause. Take a little pace out of the journey; from mind to hand, from hand to page, from page to the thoughts of the reader, whom I would also ask to determine if they might, for now, slow themselves down, or dance a jig, or stub out their last ever cigarette. Whatever their mood, of which I know nothing; besides, other than that nothingness, such as the rain soddened sea-ferry crossing from Ullapool to Stornoway, I have few images for them to draw upon, other than the mountaintop at 3776.