keep your / hand on the rail / if / all / else fails

<< Wednesday, Jan. 22, 2020 - 9:17 pm >>
a land on fire

it's a muggy and deep summer night in sydney. one of those nights that make your breath feel like a sip of the ocean. i'm bound to this city, smoke and mirrors; i'm bound for this night, light and heavy.
the fires must be easing now, the air no longer as dusty and grey. it used to make me cry, and now it just hangs around as a thin pale veil, shielding the sky from the sad koalas and wombats. when all the homeless animals have passed away, who will remember to cry for them?