Flamecho

http://thehistoryhacker.com/category/literature/ This piece was inspired from many journeys I made, after moving to west London whilst continuing to try to keep up with flamenkitos in east London, whose stamina for parties always outlasted my own.  Returning on the tube on the way home from a night of flamenco, remembered sounds blurred with the rhythms of the tube in a liminal state of dream and waking, punctuated by the rhythms of the night that was, and the one that still is.