Extract from 'Fifteen Minutes'
We have the potential to become fully perfected Buddhas. We have only to strip back the skin of our unenlightened selves to the banana of our Buddha-nature. Electric fan cools my right ear, smoothly spinning the air like candyfloss. Inside it must be dark. This way you get to surprise yourself. Meeting you after all these years is pleasurable. Imagine, all of this time turning a blind eye on myself; the best I could do was to let it go. You wouldn’t treat a dog that way, would you? How long, exactly? All of it, I guess, minus maybe a few hours, max. Go in far enough you come out the other side. Office furniture. Brown filing cabinet. Unsettling materials I suddenly feel compelled to describe as though my life depended on it. The former occupant painted the walls toothpaste green. Worked for them. Grey and white marble lino. Grimy accretions around the edges. Up close everything is scratched or has in some way deteriorated from its original pristine condition. Look as though doing somet...