A hundred thousand rumours, lies, and rituals live in Kent; although outnumbered they gang up on the people waiting in the camp to be granted entry. But only one rumour rises or falls to the level of legend. As such it’s not of the people but of the place. Those who manage to reach the drone-seething shore learn of it, it almost seems, in a dream during their first night or encoded in the common grammar of the dozens of languages in which they keep silent in quiet hope of bureaucratic grace.
In the waiting room at Avalon
In the waiting room at Avalon
In the waiting room at Avalon
A hundred thousand rumours, lies, and rituals live in Kent; although outnumbered they gang up on the people waiting in the camp to be granted entry. But only one rumour rises or falls to the level of legend. As such it’s not of the people but of the place. Those who manage to reach the drone-seething shore learn of it, it almost seems, in a dream during their first night or encoded in the common grammar of the dozens of languages in which they keep silent in quiet hope of bureaucratic grace.