Endlessly fascinated by the photos of abandoned Detroit. It's a catalogue of my inner landscape.
Last night I drove back from Colchester. And when I arrived outside the house I didn't want to go in. I didn't feel like I belonged there, it didn't feel like home. So I drove some more. I drove to Bristol and I walked around in the city in the night. Then I drove back. I have been instructed not to talk to friends. Tonight I will go see a play at the school and then I will drive again.
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