Since dark antiquity the words have been spoken by women of every caste to sailors in every port, words of docile acceptance of the horizon’s authority, of reckless homage to that mysterious azure boundary; words never failing to bestow on even the haughtiest woman the sadness, the hollow hopes, and the freedom of the whore: ‘You’ll be leaving in the morning, won’t you?…’
Mishima/Sailor, 2024
THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT 
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