LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY SAAB VII

Let me tell you about my Saab.

Let me tell you about my Saab. I was hungover, prevaricating, crawling out of my skin, at the end of my sanity at the end of space, untethered from my muse, emotionally unregulated, cramping, vision monochromising, unwashed for four days and at the point of disaster, excruciatingly self-aware, ambivalent towards that which usually inspired me, deeply un…