Wednesday, 22 August 2018


I confront my upstairs neighbour in the close, quizzing him about the bubbled dampness to my ceiling. I perch incredibly on the slim dado rail in the corner. He answers and exits suddenly. I then talk to a "corruption" of my neighbour in the fresh air, standing atop some suspended concrete garden. I thumb through my collection of sketches endlessly, searching for my successful caricature of him-

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