1 March 2013
Through that sanguine twilight, we both recoiled and looked at one another, pausing for an elongated lapse of time, and, quite satisfied that I was recognised, quickly exchanged in friendly colloquy. We were both unattractive: your lumpy figure; my rough complexion. Our symbiotic presences both had its rightful place, so, with a sharp turn in the gradient of my mouth, perambulated off with you into some unknown void.
Paddington Station • Opuss № I