FRIDAY Once again, Friday takes me through the same sequence of events as in Supernormal 2012 and 2013. My head, still in the stiff and practical mode of part-time work, is gradually teased into pliability by the weekend’s programme openers. I’m tugged toward the jump-started drag racer of
I see gigantic translucent ships that take to water as if weightless, carried on a sea that rises gently within the massage of intersecting currents. The drones feel ethereal and fading; perhaps they were violins once, although they’ve been unravelled into ribbons of air liberated from explicit instrument affiliation.