London of the occulted languages – throb of mired cars on Marsh Street, roll of rain down iron gutters, secret hisses exchanged by passing busses that tell each other what lies for them further down the route. I hear them all, I am Spiv magician and I hear them all. – Paris Smith
London of the occulted languages – throb of mired cars on Marsh Street, roll of rain down iron gutters, secret hisses exchanged by passing busses that tell each other what lies for them further down the route. I hear them all, I am Spiv magician and I hear them all. – Paris Smith
— ReptonGuide (@ReptonGuide) February 7, 2021