Category: Fragments

“Some versions of myself are gone forever.”

The bar smelt of old wood and the tables tipped as people walked by them. Drinks spilt. Bay windows looked out across the street towards a shuttered pharmacy with a facade of peeling paint. Locals came and went through the evening hours, stray bulbs in the covered porch guiding them in and out of the… Continue reading Broadway

“… it is perhaps there that I find myself happiest. Traveling through layers of the past and present.”