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                                it’s only when letters
                                threaten to tell all words,
                                that buildings in which we
                                exist and exit become

                                ghostly like curtains (then,
                                it is best to hang your head
                                in common with others
                                on public transport) oh,

                                and when all there is to
                                eat are the brand names
                                on the sides of passing
                                coaches in autumn; and

                                it is only when high up from
                                time’s point of view that
                                building solidifies again and
                                those who can tell the time

                                can also see the portents as
                                they pass, and know which
                                way to turn that lets ‘you
                                know how it is’ happen in

                all decency without thought or echo under silent direction of architecture


askance from chapter seven of From Hell by Alan Moore and Eddie Campbell

a little snippet from askance From Hell, askance from chapter ten of From Hell by Alan Moore and Eddie Campbell, gwn’n’avvalook




architecture Alan Moore & buildings & others & silence wormhole: the streets just fill with business
autumn wormhole: Dr Strange V – all the words of all the times of all the worlds speak
curtains wormhole: lobby
doing & time wormhole: hinged
echo & passing wormhole: purpose
ghosts wormhole: 1959 –– MANHATTAN –– 2012
identity wormhole: relapse
thought wormhole: new year’s eve 2014; train up to London to / walk the bridges across the Thames, and / listen to the voices say it is, and was, like, / but get back home before the fireworks / obliterate it all in the emptying twilight
words wormhole: Woolwich Central – making life better II