The No Name Diary

A music junkie searches for their hit deep in the depths of the technological maze

I chase my kids around West park. It’s good, I’m training them to run, to bob and weave; that’s the kind of education I’m talking about. As they play in the sandpit my mind strays back to The No Name Diary, leafing through the pages in that dark room the night before, light emanating and lifting me to Laif and her arrival on that beach…

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The moonlight hit the water behind Laif as she padded through the sand. She looked up towards the dark cliffs and as she did night shifted smoothly into day; the trees and sandy ground suddenly came into sharp relief, the high white rocks loomed above her. A path began and led her scrambling away from the cove, up chalky winding steps with the hot sun on her back. After a while she looked down at the sea below, the boat bobbing in the shallows. She misjudged a step and scratched her leg on a big herb bush growing through a crevice. Cloud gently rolled across, then blocked the sun’s glare. Its shadow made her shudder as she reached the top of the rocks. Now looking out, the horizon was no longer water, it was rolling green hills covered in mist. Laif walked across a ridge, birds with great wings circled above and glided away. She peered over porous boulders that had once perhaps sat on the sea bed, and then saw a drop in front of her. The mist sat above the land there, shaping out the passageways of a labyrinth. At its centre there was a horse, grazing on open land, then a cloaked figure in the distance.