London by night
As the face of the world changed to become this rotten, reeking scab, a new wave made out of a thousand hearts marched on towards us.
It took over in a minute the old sayings, the rusty customs and the never ending morality, it even crushed the minds of those who saw in change an undefeatable nemesis.
As I sat there, I wondered if ideas could change the world as fast as you changed me, and I prayed for another one of those unsettling revolutions.











