Thursday, 1 October 2015

Gilly Thomas page updated

The drowning city – not a metaphor – a drowning city.

All relics will drown.

The Appel woman and her whatever-it-is survive to see the 11th Century abbey adrift and awash. Lights still blaze from the wobbly gherkins of a flawed modernity. The sea roils more as it reaches the walls.

You can be as solid as you like – one day the waters will close over your spinning head.

All relics will drown.

continued on Gilly's page

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