A rainy 2 am, Autumnal England. The smell of the sea. Salt in the air, its savour on my skin. Sinead O’Connor singing – oh, anything. Joy and sorrow. Memory lane. Lonely.
I destroyed everything that was good in my life – and didn’t know I was doing it. The chickens came home. Nemesis branded me. She took me by the scruff of the neck and beat the living crap out of me. I have the scars to prove it: both visible and hidden.
But still – at least for today – for this moment – for a rainy September 3 am in a place […]