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Bristol, 2015

Oh bearer of the leaf, show me places, show me things, reveal to me on my travels, on your travels, on ours, lead me through the silt, the dust, the dirt, the gloom, the smudge, the edges, the outside, the insides, the metropolis to your terra firma let us find a new urbania, take me to the trunk, your branch, your roots laid deep among the meadow, let us get giddy upon the fermented fruit that has fallen, and from there, to the gutter and boundaries of the cosmos we will boundlessly walk together.