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                           I read a book during the summer of ‘78
                           or ’79 I cannot remember the title I can-
                           not remember the author I cannot rem-
                           ember the plot or any of the characters
                           I cannot remember the cover and am
                           not sure I would recognise it again if I
                           found it in a second hand bookshop –
                           it was set in Paris, I think, and involved
                           prostitutes, possibly, but nevertheless
                           left a slight flavour at the back of my
                           eyeballs which I haven’t been able
                           to blink away no matter how deep
                           I breathe the air of architecture





architecture wormhole: titanic
being wormhole: posture
eyes wormhole: city-centre-coffee-shop / talk
Paris wormhole: wide-open / concentration
reading & time wormhole: letters to mum II – family // like a grate