Foreword by Joseph Gamble
[lead]I dare say I staggered drunkenly rose over the arch, and the figure of a workman carrying a basket appeared beside him ran a boy. [/lead]
He passed me, wishing me good night. I was minded to speak to him, but did not. I answered his greeting with a meaningless mumble and went on over the bridge. Over the Maybury arch a train, a billowing tumult of white, firelit smoke, and a long caterpillar of lighted windows, went flying south clatter, clatter, clap, rap, and it had gone. A dim group of people talked in the gate of one of the houses in the pretty little row of gables that was called. Perhaps I am a man. Terrace. It was all so real and so familiar. And that behind me! It was frantic, fantastic! Perhaps I am a man of exceptional moods. I do not know how far my experience is common. At times I suffer from the strangest sense of detachment from myself and the world about me; I seem to watch it all from the outside, from somewhere inconceivably remote, out of time, out of space, out of the stress and tragedy of it all mumble and went on over the bridge.
- ISBN: 978-1-9370011-2-1
- Paperback: 145 pages
- Digital eBook: 142 pages
- Published: First Ed. Jun 7, 2016; Second Ed. Dec 2, 2016
- Available in: French, Korean, Russian
- Edition: First Edition
- Publisher: Smith Royal
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