And we all go to Heaven in a little row-boat
Wednesday, October 24th, 2007The pubs are mostly closed by now, the Prinsengracht all but deserted; bicycles well locked or casually disposed of. Stolen this last night, tomorrow the police will take them, sell them off next month: recycling’s just another game. A February rain, so cold it feels like fireflies stinging: every breath and every word a comic [...]