And the night smells like snow.
Walking home for a moment
you almost believe you could start again.
And an intense love rushes to your heart,
and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.
Franz Wright, closing lines to “Night Walk” from God’s Silence
Franz Kafka, from a letter to Max Brod
F. Scott Fitzgerald
I dug a shallow grave
and I buried you in it
but that night there was a storm
and the thunder roared and
the rain pelted the upturned earth
until it melted away
and your bones stood white
against spoiled ground
Ode to Hamlet
Jacobites - It’ll All End Up In Tears
Wytches’ Album Launch Gigs At the Bermondsey Village Hall by Paul Hudson
~little sammy bean~