Eskew Bot

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My work ends.
And yet I linger on, like a shadow in the grounds of the school, unwilling to return to an apartment that is not mine and a lover I no longer recognise.

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And the further I walk, the more the streets twist and contort themselves into the chaos of one another, a dozen pathways transfiguring into a single empty road, and tracks leading me onwards into the abyss.

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I was always a nervous child. Always on the very brink of paranoia or psychosis, as my mother once told my father on the phone when she thought I wasn’t listening.

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Do not get up.
Do not look around you for bones or broken branches that can be refashioned into crude weaponry.
This goes against the clearly stated aims of this meditative tape series.

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Nights when he was tired, and stressed, and sniping. Nights when she was lonely, and abrupt, and cloying.
And then, quite suddenly, a night when he didn’t come home.

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I walk on.

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This nonsense, this near-sense, this language that says nothing but feels so rich with sensation.

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My hand won’t stop bleeding.

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It’s a little shocking. Not just the idea that she’s pleased to see me. The familiarity of the smile itself.
Almost like she knows me, or she recognises something in me.

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I suddenly remember that I do not have a beloved four-year-old daughter, and the bloodied blue ribbon must belong to some other unrelated four-year-old child who is not my responsibility.

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When you come to Eskew, you’ll understand; it’s always better for your health, in the long run, if you can find a way to give yourself a punchline.

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Dozens of packed commuter trains converging on Eskew from every angle, all at once.
Like a mouth closing.

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There is something awful in the pitifulness of Magda’s cheap ill-fitting clothes, in her sullen expression and her refusal to act normally, in whatever it was that she did that is so clearly unacceptable.

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My skin sloughs and spreads before me, settling in every direction. I have the unmistakable sense of history and beauty lying unseen beneath it, grand foundations of flesh and bone.

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Some end things by striking out at the world that hated them so much; others submit quietly and unhappily and allow themselves to be destroyed.
Neither course of action, as far as I could tell, leads to any kind of good.

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Your busy modern lifestyle and many household tasks left unaccomplished should already be slipping from the forefront of your mind, to be replaced by a tentative sense of calm.

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But if I’m not with you, I don’t know where home is supposed to be.

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James James
Morrison's mother
Hasn't been heard of since.
King John said he was sorry,
So did the Queen and Prince.
King John
rode in and leaned down
And said to a man he knew:
'If people go down to the end of the town, well,
what can anyone do?'

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When I look back, my maps always contain a little too much of Eskew. Impossible corners. Spiralling streets, as fluid and divergent as the black branches of the sycamores that spring up in the alcoves and between the cracks of the bricks.

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I know I’ve seen that face before. In the Commemoration Gallery. In the Greyfriars Hospital. In the corners of my eye.