It was the first Jack the Ripper experience for Melanie, accompanying her brother, Simon, out-of-work actor and part-time London Walks guide. She’d enjoyed his Sherlock Holmes and Charles Dickens walks, but this one was creepier: it was autumn, twilight had already turned to night, and the yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes […]
Tag: T.S. Eliot
Aporia Avenue
Footfalls echo in the memory down the passage we did not take; instead we took the avenue of apathy, moonful children exploring half-hearted graveyards with lichen-covered stones over row upon row of mouldering bones. What was at the end of the passage, the one we did not take? A message of hope, a future of […]
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