We watched the fireworks from a hilltop last night. From miles away, lights flickered and vanished above the city as old mattresses and prams fed bonfires threatening to engulf estates. In the pitch-black fields below, we could hear children running and laughing like imps drawn out by the anarchy. The air tasted acrid. Sirens passed now and then.
Sitting on a bench, leaning on my partner’s shoulder, I felt quite unreal. Later, we got intoxicated and ate junk food. Life is quite beautiful and silly, really.
Today, I made a point to write something down. I figure I should get back into the habit. A few thoughts a day, occasionally broadcast. That’s all.
