On the ground, beneath the radar are cigarette butts, biodegradable bags of biodegradable dog shit, newspapers curling in the breeze like unravelling bandages, scraped yoghurt pots, torn pants, and condoms. But at least it’s quiet.
. . . it could change your life.
>Location when written: Raffles Place, Singapore<
>Music I was listening to: Visage ~ We fade to grey<
© Rod McRiven 2017