While walking through the desert of London’s interstitial spaces at night and troubled by something I had encountered, I found myself composing a response to Laurie Anderson’s wonderful track Walking and Falling.
We had forgotten you,
And we had dreamed you, but we couldn’t remember you,
We had forgotten you,
And we had dreamed about you all along, but we couldn’t remember you,
We couldn’t remember you.
You’re walking, And you don’t always realise it.
But you’re always leaving.
With each step, you leave the planet slightly
And then catch yourself returning,
Over and over, you’re leaving,
And then catching yourself returning
And this is how you can be leaving and returning.
At the same time.
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