Standing on Chambers Street, we try to work out what to do. The group splits and a girl says, ‘Hope you had a good evening, enjoy the rest of your birthday,’ masking sincerity. Another girl is surprised and says, ‘I didn’t know it was your birthday.’ ‘Why would you?’ I reply and she [...]
The one event you’ve spent the last few weeks waiting for sells out, the one person you’d like to talk to leaves without saying goodbye. Try to type and the words won’t form. Turn the bass up a bit, let bleeps take you away.
We are in a procession of cars on the way to the crematorium, everything moves slowly. Quiet reflection turns to a gaze out of the window and an unknown man stops to pay his respects, he tips his hat, he makes his way onward.