o2 Academy

Somewhere, in the annals of time, am I still dancing at a Zane Lowe disco? I might wear skinny jeans tonight I could dye my hair an unnatural bright but you wouldn't be fooled if I stopped by the Student Union, or Brixton, joined the 2999 who might be dancing, in their own time to... Continue Reading →

Fantรดmeย โ€“ Chapter 9, Part 4

In the shadows of the opera, an astrakhan cap. A fluttering cape. The shiver of the shoulders as a cold porcelain mask touches cheek and nose and forehead. Dark eyes, full of sorrow, gaze deep into a mirror. Then music starts to play, perhaps from nowhere: a single piano key is pressed repeatedly, the note... Continue Reading →

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