London: (August,2023)

These paralysed streets are no longer paved with gold. Once there were visions of freedom and grand designs, now the stabbing plague has terminated social cohesion. It freezes Beingness in late summer. Paranoia haunts repossessed buildings. Spectres of surveillance seem distant, yet ubiquitous. In the sunken eyes of these junkies and winos, I sense future shocks and a thousand warning signs. Cardboard box city: no room for all the homeless. It's too crowded here; too many going nowhere. The nation's apple is now rotten to the core Better get out of this place; it is insane.