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A Day in the Dark Season - James Hopkin
And all this, just as I had begun to believe - due to a forceful new illusion or an administrative error - that life is worth living.
When the church-bells ring, the few who notice them think there must be some mistake. Or a marriage. Or a death. For the shops are still open. With their features patched up by receipts, the mutant forms now quicken their pace. They steer with their elbows through packed streets. I try to breathe through these swollen tubes. I try to find a space.