a london diary

2000 03 24 sunday

"we stare look at one another short of breath walking proudly in our winter coats wearing smells from laboratories facing a dying nation of moving paper fantasy listening for the new told lie with supreme visions of lonely tunes somewhere inside something there is a rush of greatness who knows what stands in front of our lives i fashion my future on films in space silence tells me secretly everything everything singing my space songs on a spider-web"