Perdam Babylonis Nomen: A Novel By Greg Bull



The city’s streets are so wet shining and grey. My wasteland. Another car flies past. a rumble. A lorry. Ceaseless noise fills my ears and eats my mind. The flow is broken. So this is where it all started. I suppose that it will end here too. He is sitting motionless. A young man. Long hair. Anonymous. Uninteresting. Average. So much aggression and frustration pressure rising up. In me? Would I cry. I would. Turn up the volume, stand against the intensity of the moment the music, shiver and cry. Cover illustration by Georgia de la Bertauche.

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