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L seems to have a touch of Gothic or HP Lovecraft here -is it a Sutton thing? :-) P silent observer in thickening gloom of a less coherent construct of the world -of Raynes Park -----Original Message----- From: Lawrence Upton Sent: Wednesday, January 6, 2016 9:29 AM To: [log in to unmask] Subject: so far untitled Last scenery passes, dissolving into the spreading dusk, trying now it might seem, to enforce an entry to the mind of this silent observer, a penetration carrying sunlight or what is left of it, in suspension. We go on quietly through a thickening gloom to find our sign-posted destination. Having arrived, we get out of the car, separating ourselves from it and the noise which we make in it on it creaking springs and other mettle, standing on Earth's surface, ill-fitting doors banging as we close them in topographical architectures of sound, which one might easily ignore not by inattention but in focus upon smaller and immediate details of a less coherent construct of the world than those which we've dreamt up and used so far suggestive of a great antiquity but only from a standpoint localised. As individuals' movements dominate, sentimentality may soon suspend. We walk to our hotel, hearing ourselves do so in a blinding vista, each watchful, though not with that much co-ordination, which could seem impossible without clatter yet our space is filling with sonic light.