When I was little I had a rabbit… his name was Rabbit, when I was little I also had an imaginary friend… his name was January. I still have my Rabbit but I don’t need January so much anymore.
Although he sort of came back when I started this blog... I kind of imagined myself typing these words to him, it made it easier somehow having someone in mind to be 'talking' to.
I don't remember much about January but I do know he always wore black and I know he was a him. My mother, who also had imaginary friends when she was little, said she thought January came while I was waiting for my brother, who was two years younger than me, to get interesting. I could say something nasty like January is around even now because I am still waiting for my brother to become interesting... but that would be very unkind so I wont do that because he is a good brother.
So this next series of works are going to be about friends, imaginary and otherwise... and it is funny, last weekend I watched Donnie Darko.