Thursday, 8 May 2008

How he sees the city

He sees rain scorching the river.

Everywhere he looks he sees people abasing themselves before him: men bending forward to tie their shoes, women leaning over to rest laden shopping bags on the floor. Bowing down.

He imagines sound propagating through space from a pinprick, as through a pinhole.

He sees girders speckled with strawberry-blonde rust.

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