A Single Point in the Universe

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.┬áThe sun is out. It’s been kinder of late. I … Continue reading A Single Point in the Universe