When I arrived in St. Petersburg, the square outside my apartment was littered with busted heaps of junk shops, shawarma joints and fat stalls filled with cigarettes and pie. A week later they tore it all down. A flat stale expanse of nothing replaced it. I walk along it now, perfectly sober, phone in my pocket. The sun is out. It’s been kinder of late. I … Continue reading A Single Point in the Universe
I sit outside a coffee shop, watching London. A couple walks by. The boy is tall, with a weird jawline. Her pants are gold. “How much you get paid to wear that!?” a voice cries. Across the street, a band of drunk well-dressed men stumble along. “Hey! Bitch! I said how much you get paid to wear that?!” The man in a newsies cap, part … Continue reading People.