just the again and again and againness of it all the on and on just one more time time and time againness the never ending can't stop now don't look down don't look round don't look backness the keep moving the onward upward wayward no turning back for everness of it all the going nowhere getting nowhere nowhere to go nothing to do nothing to be done nothing more to do the stupid stupid useless impossibility of it all the marching trekking running to keep still falling tumbling downness all the wailing weeping trying and crying screaming steaming streaming spewing forthness of everything
A writer, translator and composer, Francis Booth is no ordinary author. After living in Asia for several years and then moving to London, he has now settled in St.Leonards and writes from his house overlooking the sea.