Never Too Late!

Never Too Late!
any resemblance to anyone real or imaginary is mere bad luck
we are all lying in the gutter, but some of us are trying to get up


Another city

It is at its best late at night, swept by rain, when you can finally see it for what it is, unobscured by scurrying swarms of humanity like the explosive fractal growth of bacterial culture in a petri dish, and anyone who is out in the street must belong to the desperate, lost, lonely, sleepless or mad.