I AM WORDS A room empty but for a teletype machine, sporadically producing words. There's more in the words than there is in the room. There's more in the words than there is in me. There's nothing in me but words. I am words.
Photo: Greenford Road this evening at lighting up time. Cars parked, leaving, passing by with their red tail lights, delivery bikes, shops, street furniture, lamppost lit up, litter, cloudy sky, people in the distance further down the path almost silhouettes etc.