Lovecraft and I stroll the Brighton promenade. We pass the skeleton of the West Pier, the blackened iron bones left behind when it was torched. We come to the stone jetty a little further along and walk to its end. Once there, Howard puts his hands deep in his coat pockets and sags. I look toward the West Pier ruins.
Lovecraft in Brighton
Lovecraft in Brighton
Lovecraft in Brighton
Lovecraft and I stroll the Brighton promenade. We pass the skeleton of the West Pier, the blackened iron bones left behind when it was torched. We come to the stone jetty a little further along and walk to its end. Once there, Howard puts his hands deep in his coat pockets and sags. I look toward the West Pier ruins.