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This is the first in a series of instinctive
essays I made about my second visit to
Georgia and the area of Georgia’s capital
city ‘Tbilisi’ that I lived in. The day and
night-time wanderings I took, through
swollen alleyways, haemorrhaged subways,
trains and breathless crowded buses.
Sometimes I met people selling dogs
on the streets, sometimes I walked blind
into smallpox stained apartments. Often
lost or drunk on the local spirit I took
the long way home to my room on the
middle %oor of a tower block, lost in a
complex known as Digomi Massivi.
I don’t know if my peering and image
taking had purpose, I was sometimes
lonely, often excited and always avenged
by new scents in this contorted city, bled
by history and rapid change.
On days off during a howling March I
sat alone on my balcony. By midday I
was ready to tresspass the streets as a
black clothed passenger. Most days I
walked to the main bus station, shopped
in the market, eat and drank, took a
train to the centre and returned before
midnight.
It felt good to fear the night; it felt good
to be far from home,
to be a stranger

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