I visit South America via a dead
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man’s words: undercover priests
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and barren parks. I visit through a
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different man’s images, exercising
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in his underwear, laminating the
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past. I’ve never been to Mexico
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City, but I recognise the light.
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I’ve never been to Santiago ?
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its history keeps me up at night.
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People sell mobile phone holsters
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in shaded kiosks in an urban
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sprawl that moves at a crawl.
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I once took a European night train,
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but now I wait for something to
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enter the frame.
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I Recognise The Light
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| Maximo Park |
