Huw Lemmey's 'Utopian Drivel'

Huw Lemmey's 'Utopian Drivel'

Share this post

Huw Lemmey's 'Utopian Drivel'
Huw Lemmey's 'Utopian Drivel'
MIA

MIA

hope-deprived notations

Huw Lemmey
Dec 11, 2019
∙ Paid
5

Share this post

Huw Lemmey's 'Utopian Drivel'
Huw Lemmey's 'Utopian Drivel'
MIA
Share

There was a strange atmosphere, a fog, that seemed to sink down on the island early in the morning, and lift late, but not too late, at night. If you got up early enough, you could escape it, for an hour or two, especially if you were facing out to sea, for the hot, featureless fog sank like an inert gas, invisible but choking, across the cheap building…

Keep reading with a 7-day free trial

Subscribe to Huw Lemmey's 'Utopian Drivel' to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.

Already a paid subscriber? Sign in
© 2025 Huw Lemmey
Privacy ∙ Terms ∙ Collection notice
Start writingGet the app
Substack is the home for great culture

Share