Rapture and the rupture

It?s 13 degrees outside, 4th of March. It?s late, a weeknight. I?m driving mostly empty roads alone. The car is filled with murmuring grey music and the traffic light pauses seem longer than usual. Night spills in the open windows?a cold wind on wet, sore lips. Someone is firetwirling in Royal Park. The sharp kerosene… Continue reading Rapture and the rupture