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brick

In place of food, my senses existentially turn to old high walls of red brick, and I lie awake at night weighing the fascination. There will never be an end or a conclusion to this dazed attraction, and even now, decades on, I cannot find any written acknowledgement of the trance such things pull me into. Whatever detains the eye is understood by no one, least of all me.

Morrissey, Autobiography, Penguin, pp. 53-54.

David Farreny, 26 janv. 2014