We entered this year with crush and explosion, warm bodies and cold air. Shoes lay ramshackle, willy-nilly, with scattered gloves and scarves on that old marble bridge while we purged our systems of excess adrenaline – this could be the realest moment yet. Hold me close, she says, while not saying anything at all. Perhaps […]
From across a crowded room I hear them cheering in their revelry, with drinks aloft and fingers softly touching at eachothers sleeves. They carry on imbibing and their thirst is never done, and see the fears of the whole past year now setting with the sun.