The man from BT he says “No!”
I only asked.
Everyone’s life is towered over by one obsessive dream or other.
So why not have an overpowering, towering dream of a Tower?
I asked to come in, he said no.
What was once ours, opened in 1965 by PM Harold Wilson at the behest of Tony Benn, was sold by PM Margaret Thatcher.
– “It’s good to talk.”
It’s bad to gift ownership of other peoples’ towers to other people, in the name of “popular capitalism.”
So I dry my eyes, pick myself up and engage in an immersive therapy, absorbing the visual culture of the seemingly unobtainable Tower – like an eternally embittered Rapunzel in reverse.
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