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
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
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
