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She saw him. She hadn’t been expecting it. He was walking along the street, hands in his coat pockets, face turned up to the bright autumn sun. He looked happy. Happier than anyone should look. Happier than anyone had a right to in this world.
These circles of distraction
If Gods and Monsters could convene to solve the problems of the many, they would no doubt create more than they could fix.
Autumn always brings dancing death to our doors
Welsh rain batters pitter-patter
From coast to town to rolling hill
As we teeter; Jenga-like totems of our former selves; reminders flood cauterised caches. Photocopies of what we were, what I was, what this was.
No foxes in the moonlight
Just screens facing the void
The Rhesus Monkey could teach us humanity
They’re all one in seven billion.