Night Fisher (i+ii)

This is what my couchsurfing host spontaneously wrote when he saw my photo:

Night Fisher (i)

“Crawl through the water,
and feast on your end
…my end
our end”


…whispered the sun,
into the cold listen of the silhouette
seated on the lonely


Night Fisher (ii)

“Your company
is my demise,
but still


Bubbled the lonely
black fish.

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Hitchhiking through England IV


Day 13: Chester

I spend the last day with Julia in Chester. A nice historic city. A bit like York, but more lively and less like a museum. Plus, it has all these elevated secret passages. The cathedral is very cool, too Continue reading