From The Shadows
I must rediscover the desires of my youth, but how?
It is what it is – c’est comme ça and I am alone. Sterile streetlights cast random shadows on the ivory-rendered walls. There are fifteen panes of glass in their window, and this is a boulevard of four-storey buildings. Should I feel guilty? No, I live vicariously through them. She rides him with an elegant nonchalance in the warm, yellowy light, flicking her hair from her face. He is prone, tall and athletic, with long l...