‘The Cutting of Diplomatic Ties’ – South London

A volley of exchanges cast out across the damp, grey urban ether. A kind of postcode ping pong as plans are laid and shelved with alarming ease and frequency. The punishment of luxury, laid out before us. A faustian pact by phone. Drowning under the sheer weight of imploding dreams.


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