København

Walk through the city. Use your feet, your eyes: see the sun sparkle off the water: reach the harbour, the sea, the space. Boats trace paths across gentle waves; and the sun, chased by careless …

Addicted

Bleak, bog-ridden, beautiful. Here I am again. I said I would not return, I would never return, but here I am. Too late, I ask myself why. The roar of the cannon is still ringing …