Two Rivers: A Granite City Journal
Publishing the diary entries from the people who work in this city portrays the surprising similarities we share with each another. Allowing us to contemplate our own existence ultimately shows us what apsects of the world really matter the most to us. Here is an example of an anonymous diary extract:
“It was my mate’s twenty first birthday party last night. Unfortunately, as my flat is still not ready yet to move into, I was sleeping at there’s on what was christened “the Wank Chariot”. The flat itself is situated above a funeral home and crematorium. As result, a popular expression when someone turns on the tv too loud or when someone shrieks with laughter is “sssh, there are dead people downstairs”. I know its appalling the idea of someone playing Call of Duty so loud that the funeral ceremonies below hear a barrage of gun shots, grenade explosions and frequently someone shouting at the top of their lungs “you arsehole! Im gonna kill you and your whole family”, but... No I guess that’s not alright. I move legs from the couch and immediately spill 3 half full beer cans on to the floor. The room is a complete mess. Somehow I have to get myself to the shower without treading on any broken glass, mysterious wet patches in the carpet or any other assortment of soggy fag butts and bottle caps. The smell is special. When you walk in, your nostrils are immediately filled with the smell that reminds of visiting the particular grandmother who enjoys bathing her old worn socks and knickers in the kitchen sink. I am glad to be moving out eventually, but I will miss the hilarity of discussing the morning after poo experience and making up new dance moves that normally just end up as weird purvey crotch thrusts.”
If you are living in Aberdeen and would like to contribute your own diary entry (200-300 words) describing a single day in you life, send them to:
Editor: Nick Woods