“My city ain’t nothing like yours, slippin’ into darkness – like war; Nightcrawl with the lights off…”
- The Roots
My breath lingers moist in the air as the world slows down around me. Little hairs rise along my arms in defence. My ears hear the shuffling of the millions pressing past me like so many ghosts; but no words. I fall backwards and cover my eyes as the light pierces through the darkness.
Photo: Pitt St, Sydney.
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Magnificent! Awesome work Gin!