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In a Dream

I remember the large building exploring furnished rooms, one by one. In the basement the door opened into a huge empty room At the far end an old cloth was draped over another hidden doorway. The cloth fell apart as … Continue reading

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The cinema looks like a warehouse, and feels ostentatious, relying on reflected limelight, buried limelight, awkward, buried in history; it is history. It warehouses focus group dreams, meaningless and safe. Safe when terrorised, safe when sexualised, safe dreams, anodyne dreams, … Continue reading


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