Soundtrack; Current 93 "Imperium"
A man entrusted with the care and maintenence of the most priceless treasures of the Empire puts his hand on my shoulder..He feeds me, entertains my neuroses and soothes me with his truth.
But when I return, cabin fever sets in...
Spirits flit around my tiny flat; applying make up, shooting drugs..
I can hear the bottle singing my name in a dypsomanic nursery rhyme eminating from the fridge..
I can feel the deaths head inked into my arm so many years ago grinning mirthfully.
Feel the collective weight of the lives contained within the five -odd flats above my own bearing down.
I smile internally. Secretly relishing this delicious manic opera.
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