““Streets closed, emptied by force Guns at corners with open mouths and eyes Memory speaks: You cannot live on me alone you cannot live without me I'm nothing if I'm just a roll of film stills from a vanished world fixed lightstreaked mute left for another generation's restoration and framing I can't be restored or framed I can't be still I'm here in your mirror pressed leg to leg beside you intrusive inappropriate bitter flashing with what makes me unkillable though killed””
