London Is Like A Cold Dark Dream

If All Good, Respectable People Had One Face, I'd Spit In It.

Everything Tender And Melancholy - As Life Is Sometimes, Just For One Moment.

And Then The Days Came When I Was Alone.

The Musty Smell, The Bugs, The Lonliness, This Room, Which Is Part Of The Street Outside-this Is All I Want From Life.

Life If Curious When Reduced To Its Essentials