Small towns


A Freiburger tells me at breakfast she imagines England is ‘viel cooler’ than here.
It’s true; we live in a perpetual daze of Kinks music and outlandish fashion,
Dancing in the streets with the former subjects of our former empire,
Soundtracked by titanic pop borne of the despair of our small towns.


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