Sometimes a man sits at stool in his house in Hollywood, and reaches out for a book, more or less at random, which he hopes will deliver some walking inspiration. And so I reached out and picked up my copy of Iain Sinclair’s Lud Heat and Suicide Bridge (To be honest I’m not absolutely sure where one ends and the other begins) and opened it, more or less at random.
My eyes fell immediately on this paragraph:
“One of my proposed companions for the night walk did not escape the word of the pyramid either; was opened to receive the appropriate message. He got a varicose vein on the male member.”
Hard to beat a passage like that. I closed the book and finished my paperwork.