Museums of Melancholy
Iain Sinclair: Silence on the Euston Road, 18 August 2005
“... helpless, turned on its back, legs pedalling. Anna was delighted: one rodent fewer to poison. The bird flew up to the shed roof, the better to enjoy its morsel. A passing squirrel startled it. The dying or dead mouse fell from its grip and rolled down the mildewed slope. London anticipates disaster. And, in that fearful anticipation, incubates it. Visible ... ”