familiarity
by uzwi
If I had a daemon it would resemble less a nervous exotic animal than a chipped enamel sink. You would not find it on my shoulder but in its natural environment at the bottom of a derelict canal in the industrial Midlands. Our connection would be the source of my special powers, which would neither mimic nor metaphorise its qualities but be unmistakably sink-related. I would feel no emotion towards it even when events caused us to be separated and tortured. A sink can feel nothing. That is the baseline or default quality of a sink. But wherever I went I would know that out there, sunk & bedded beneath the torpid black water, never more than a mile or two from my present location, its energies focussed, site-specific and calm, there my sink would be.
Originally blogged December 19, 2015
the m john harrison blog 
Coming from an architectural background – I couldn’t love this more…
Mine would be one of those prehistoric fish with the bony plates on their bodies. I grew up on a small lake and I often dreamt I could see into the water or that the water had drained away. I would see fish in the remaining pools and puddles and they were often the prehistoric kind. In one memorable dream, they were eating eggs.