London, as Iain Sinclair correctly noted, is the city of disappearances. I return to find an entire great office block I worked in, perched on the Thames like a grey marble cliff, gone. My favourite haunt, the BFI cafe, is pulled apart. I felt it coming. The city rejects me.
3:51 AM - 13 Jun 2018
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