Hoi Polloi breakfast-at-not-breakfast-time (I had a spinach, wild greens, apple, fennel, courgette, lettuce, coconut water&oil, avocado, date and pink rock salt shake with amazing toasted granola etc, he had a Mimosa and scones) (at Ace Hotel London Shoreditch)
Only you can hear the houses sleeping in the streets in the slow deep salt and silent black, bandaged night. Only you can see, in the blinded bedrooms, the coms. and petticoats over the chairs, the jugs and basins, the glasses of teeth, Thou Shalt Not on the wall, and the yellowing dickybird-watching pictures of the dead. Only you can hear and see, behind the eyes of the sleepers, the movements and countries and mazes and colours and dismays and rainbows and tunes and wishes and flight and fall and despairs and big seas of their dreams.