Newspeak

Declaration without emphasis, where ideas are born putrid, becoming crystal through a purity of frictionless validation, a point close to being on point. Naked lies the lines, a function of history, a silence of signified scratchings, the sum of which could be the torture of mythologies. Here amongst this indifferent calm, there they are, the words we wish to in-habit.
Extract from ‘Silent Street’ by Marc Atkins