Retrospection.Stealing my freedom, alone in the night. Away from a place of lanes and markets, small civic halls full of old wood and wool. Small-minded murder haunts the same polite street, where kids will rival the tales from the city, and do worse. I go to the city. It seems like salvation, not a curse, a place of hope where dreams and nightmares meet. Caught in the open I feel like a fool; it's only safe cos there are so many targets. A storm of sound breaks against cliffs full of light. |