MY TOWN- The Brook

In-between:

The dotted line on the map
The edge of town
The end of the cycle path
Wasteland
Number 8 buses
The road running out of town
Traffic lights
Boarding the train
Industrial buildings
An Elaborately planted roundabout

« as I approached the wilderness, all was quiet and peaceful. When I got to the middle of the waste, I saw a women lying on the ground. At first I thought she was resting or asleep, but something about her position made me go closer. I then saw the cuts on her throat and her head was lying in the stream. bending down to look more closely I touched her and got blood on my hands. I became afraid and wiped them on my jacket and turning round, fled, back the way I had came and ran all the way up to west street until I was breathless »
(Police statement by Alfred Hazel 1931 Rochford)

What fear I then, rather what know to fear
Under this ignorance of good and evil,
Of God or death, of law or penalty?
Here grows the cure of all, this fruit divine,
Fair to the eye, inviting to the taste,
Of virtue to make wise; what hinders then
To reach, and feed at once both body and mind? »
So saying, her rash hand in evil hour
Forth reaching to the fruit, she pluck’d, she eat.
…
In fruit she never tasted, whether true
Or fancied so, though expectation high
Of knowledge, nor was Godhead from her thought.

John Milton: Paradise Lost Book IX, lines 773-790