Excerpt: Valencia

He was sat in a corner of the cafeteria, tiled walls and tables; the floor; noon’s drinkers; the light; thinking about Goya’s shadows and useless things.

He was sat in a corner of the city, thinking about the man who’d made its bells.

He was sat in a corner of the day, thinking about the greatest of human architectures.

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