What this is and why it is here

These pages are presented as part of the online Fourth World Congress of Psychogeography 2020.

I'll be doing a reading from some of this work on the evening of Saturday 5th September in the pub. 
And soon the whole sequence will be available as a printed pamphlet - if you would like to have one please email me on royabayfield@gmail.com
(There will also be a limited edition handmade book with an extra poem, for the first 10 recipients.) 

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