toujours en fait en fait
i walk between the double level cauldrons toward a split morning shift with irene. coffee croissant and a letter to you all down the hatch before we opens the front door. i weave a ribbon through the shufflers and the splutterers. have you got a second. all out of time guv. the face mask is sliding off. not far now. escape within sight. behind those shop windows is a straight jacket that will get me through the next eight hours.