September 25th, 2007 Posted in Gleaned
The room is like a cave, and has books I love in it. The main door was closed up and a smaller opening was made under the stairs. (I went away while all this was happening.) The furniture is locked in, and part of me is locked in too, or I hope it is, although I often made a bid to escape. I have left instructions that I would like to be buried here when I die or a bit before, the cave bricked up.
Source: Writers’ rooms: Colm TóibÃn | Special Reports | Guardian Unlimited Books
