That's the end ( or beginning) of the sequence I began and abandoned in October, The litter of my letters. There's more, more spiral-bound in old notebooks. The compost of composition. I shall return, it will keep turning up and around.
Focussing now in writing a piece around Iain Sinclair's London - City of Disappearances for www. culturecourt.com and spreading the word about my novel The Qliphoth, out soon from www.libroslibertad.ca
