Thursday, 2 August 2012


A chemist's with a vast glass vial in the window, tall as a child and stoppered in its swan neck, containing gallons of ideal blue liquid: this is the sky.

The forest is the colour of dried herbs.

This Roman arena, its edges softened and made grubby with long time.  They look like it was built out of giant white sugar-cubes, and afterwards sprayed with hot black coffee from a fireman's hose.

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