Simon Bookish
Simon Bookish
Simon Bookish
Simon Bookish
Simon Bookish
Simon Bookish
Simon Bookish
Simon Bookish
Simon Bookish
Simon Bookish
Simon Bookish
I'm moved
It's more than a change of address, this town is sinking slowly
I've moved, and you've moved, too
It's neither tectonic plates nor the pull of the moon
It's cruel
You must swim in the sea
Because you can't use the plane to come here to see me
You'll need goose fat and goggles
Who built this dumb terminal?
We've moved
Like a slide down smooth into a mess of our own making
Is it true?
We shouldn't second-guess
I've moved
And you've moved through
From being tiny, careless consumer to something serious
ADHERE NOW SEPERATE
Men and women sinking slowly