flying buttresses and bombers

dickens used to walk to Canterbury in a fortnight. i will do the same if i figure out how and when. Canterbury is full of the testaments of survival. the roman fortness none of the businesses could figure out how to knock down and build over. a Norman castle with eroding walls and spiral stair cases . there were little watchpunks listening to eminem at the top, to warn you about the dog shit in the lookout.
during the civil war, the puritan solidiers took off the heads of all the saints at the cathedral, but pretended they were too short for the stained glass. it escaped the nazis, too, when they bombed the whole city. they were probably going to sell everything. all the gold instruments of ceremony. the two kings buried side by side, whose children killed each other. the shards of sword which are the very last of beckett's remains. the red ceilings of the crypt that have turned to blue.
the tour guide has us light candles in front of the windows where two monks, day and night, are on guard.

flying buttresses and bombers

Canterbury, United Kingdom