Scribbles

I want to lock myself to this city like the lovers who bind themselves to the arching iron bridges above the Seine. I want to share its secrets above and under and in the ground, tap into the currents in the air which must hold something my lungs don’t quite understand how to breathe. I [...]

[This came from over here.] The sea breathes steady in measures of rocks clicking and rushing forward and back. Out with a hiss, a whisper of voices worn smooth with the waves’ churning. Their bodies have merged with the soil, dormant seven hundred years beneath the city streets. Here stories seep from the walls, trickle [...]