Alexandra.

Twenty-three.
Rome.

The crypt in the Guildhall, London.
I did a reading here this  afternoon, along with the other Keats House “Poetry Ambassadors”, and  hardly anyone came, but never mind. The Guildhall’s an interesting  building, albeit a very confusing one. One moment you’re in an art  gallery, then a room that feels like a hotel lobby, then a strange  basement room with black walls filled with ruins, then the crypt…
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