Vinograd falls into the river. Not a second thought. No room for error or complacency. An ambivalence matched only by surging currents swirling around the body mass. Not the west moving east but the east looking west. All things fall apart, even us. An unending era of theurgical chaos. Madness, sentimental resistance. How can we ever know?
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Notes: I’m pleased with how this story fell into place through a combination of pure chance and concerted effort.
‘I Know That Now But I Didn’t Know That Then‘ by Paul Busst is a collection of tales of the diminutive published by Phantom Page and is available in paperback.
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