Friday, 18 January 2019


In long, wide corridors, peopled on occasion by (British) Asians. The corridors have a deep blue, slightly fuzzy carpet, offset by the cold white walls. There seems to be lots of pairs of discarded nylon tights and ankle stockings strewn and piled everywhere and I am kicking them up as I walk around. There seems to be nothing but length after length of these corridors. I am talking to someone and they are showing me this small, but thick book. It has red leather covers and inside the text, also red(?) is simply incredible, so small, densely packed, with some sections printed at 90 degrees in little boxes. I am astounded by this amount of information as I flick through-

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