LAST LOVES I walk through the ruins one last time to the house in the little alleyway behind the church in Clerkenwell. Everybody is gone now and I know that I will not [...]


I dreamt that the city was dying and yet that did not seem an entirely unhappy thing. As with any fading conciousness, the barriers between past, present and future, between dream and reality [...]


These were the last days.I wasn’t sure whether it was the war and if we were dead or just that the city had entered a different, final phase. In some ways it seemed to be going about its [...]