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So it's all been going down
And nothing's been happening
our routines, for what they were,
all to cock
"Christmas!", I realise,
weeks after the stress ramps up;
one crisis after another
goes undiscussed:
Churchill's three inch pipe
can handle only so much
I'm walking more, again,
in a different part of town
dirtier. Fuglier. Fuller trams.
full of different people.
We too are different now
though I can't say how.
And it may be some time
before you know how to tell me
It's not letting me know
's the biggest hurdle
it's not letting up
on letting yourself
in on yourself
- v0.1.1
(Written in a Leuchtturm notebook in which I was writing Call Them Soldiers in the second week of December, 2020, just before I came down with what may have been Covid 19 and cancelled my first trip to Britain since 2019. This is a different version than the one I found in that very notebook three years on when I find myself surprised to realise just how long I have been here)