London is an endless skirmish between angles and emptiness.
It is because of its emptiness that the cup is useful.
You were the living image of the entire Platonic shadow show, an illusion that could fill my emptiness with marvellous, imaginary things as long as, just as long as, the movie lasted, and then all would all vanish.
There is a terrible emptiness in me, an indifference that hurts.
The emptiness where I used pain to fill the hole no longer controls me, no longer calls me because of you.
