i remember the hour when only rich men could possess fish because the legs of fish were too expensive for common people to polish
i remember the taste of gold paint on my tongue
merlin asked us to construct his castle of air we all breathed in and out then out and in then exhaled mightily and the countryside flickered and the film began
i remember silver tunics on mice rats dressed in black with white lacquered crucifixes at their necks i remember the fleet river carrying its tribute of dead garbage bags to the thames
i hold a lantern the link between your sinews: are you the link between pieces of cloth?
his teeth fizz as he contemplates the immanent death of several articles of clothing
from Twisted History (1999)
