sounds exotic right?
lunar house is found in croydon
a rather ordinary bit of south london
it didnt use to be
since jebus was a lad
it was part of slurrey
until voracious greater london gobbled it up
to obtain more space for financial services and giant houses for russian/arab plutocrats
i have spent way too long there
not just because i had fam to crash with
on one of my multitudinous traverses of big town
lunar house is home to UK immigration
where one has to go and wait for countless dreary hours for your number to be called
with any visa type issues
(and you had better hope you had all the correct paperwork!)
in the second half of the 1390s
i had plenty of those due to
lost passports
renewing of ancestry visas
applications for indefinite leave to remain (unhinged)
a lunar hour is more than 700 gaian hours
and with some undoubtedly impressive tech manouevres
the department of immigration has managed to implement it in real time
in their particular corner of lahndahn
to leave the (usually) unsatisfied applicant staggering disoriented
out into stark grey of london daytime
almost a month after they entered
and in these unimaginably lengthy hours
smart phones werent a thing
so if you hadnt planned ahead and brought a few copies of war and peace with you
you would feel your ears and nose prolonging
as the present elongates beyond the rows of chairs and perspex screens
engulfing all sense of time and space
as you longed for a mercifully quick death
to bring an end to your interminable tedium
and nary a selenite to spy
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