The line of traffic advancing towards the rising sun looked like a procession of the returning dead. Every one of them, — Iain Sinclair, London Orbital
The line of traffic advancing towards the rising sun looked like a procession of the returning dead. Every one of them, — Iain Sinclair, London Orbital
The line of traffic advancing towards the rising sun looked like a procession of the returning dead. Every one of them, — Iain Sinclair, London Orbital
The line of traffic advancing towards the rising sun looked like a procession of the returning dead. Every one of them, — Iain Sinclair, London Orbital
The line of traffic advancing towards the rising sun looked like a procession of the returning dead. Every one of them, — Iain Sinclair, London Orbital
The line of traffic advancing towards the rising sun looked like a procession of the returning dead. Every one of them, — Iain Sinclair, London Orbital
The line of traffic advancing towards the rising sun looked like a procession of the returning dead. Every one of them, — Iain Sinclair, London Orbital
The line of traffic advancing towards the rising sun looked like a procession of the returning dead. Every one of them, — Iain Sinclair, London Orbital
The line of traffic advancing towards the rising sun looked like a procession of the returning dead. Every one of them, — Iain Sinclair, London Orbital
The line of traffic advancing towards the rising sun looked like a procession of the returning dead. Every one of them, — Iain Sinclair, London Orbital
The line of traffic advancing towards the rising sun looked like a procession of the returning dead. Every one of them, — Iain Sinclair, London Orbital
The line of traffic advancing towards the rising sun looked like a procession of the returning dead. Every one of them, — Iain Sinclair, London Orbital
The line of traffic advancing towards the rising sun looked like a procession of the returning dead. Every one of them, — Iain Sinclair, London Orbital
The line of traffic advancing towards the rising sun looked like a procession of the returning dead. Every one of them, — Iain Sinclair, London Orbital
The line of traffic advancing towards the rising sun looked like a procession of the returning dead. Every one of them, — Iain Sinclair, London Orbital
The line of traffic advancing towards the rising sun looked like a procession of the returning dead. Every one of them, — Iain Sinclair, London Orbital
The line of traffic advancing towards the rising sun looked like a procession of the returning dead. Every one of them, — Iain Sinclair, London Orbital
The line of traffic advancing towards the rising sun looked like a procession of the returning dead. Every one of them, — Iain Sinclair, London Orbital
The line of traffic advancing towards the rising sun looked like a procession of the returning dead. Every one of them, — Iain Sinclair, London Orbital
The line of traffic advancing towards the rising sun looked like a procession of the returning dead. Every one of them, — Iain Sinclair, London Orbital
The line of traffic advancing towards the rising sun looked like a procession of the returning dead. Every one of them, — Iain Sinclair, London Orbital
The line of traffic advancing towards the rising sun looked like a procession of the returning dead. Every one of them, — Iain Sinclair, London Orbital
The line of traffic advancing towards the rising sun looked like a procession of the returning dead. Every one of them, — Iain Sinclair, London Orbital
The line of traffic advancing towards the rising sun looked like a procession of the returning dead. Every one of them, — Iain Sinclair, London Orbital
The line of traffic advancing towards the rising sun looked like a procession of the returning dead. Every one of them, — Iain Sinclair, London Orbital
The line of traffic advancing towards the rising sun looked like a procession of the returning dead. Every one of them, — Iain Sinclair, London Orbital
The line of traffic advancing towards the rising sun looked like a procession of the returning dead. Every one of them, — Iain Sinclair, London Orbital
The line of traffic advancing towards the rising sun looked like a procession of the returning dead. Every one of them, — Iain Sinclair, London Orbital
The line of traffic advancing towards the rising sun looked like a procession of the returning dead. Every one of them, — Iain Sinclair, London Orbital
The line of traffic advancing towards the rising sun looked like a procession of the returning dead. Every one of them, — Iain Sinclair, London Orbital
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The line of traffic advancing towards the rising sun looked like a procession of the returning dead. Every one of them, solitaries in clean shirts, smoking, checking mirrors to see if their reflections were still there, wore dark glasses.

— Iain Sinclair, London Orbital
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