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.”
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| Leon Kossof |
Hard to beat a passage like that. I closed the book and finished my paperwork.
