S14E13: Everything all at once

The city is alive these days. She grasps at the sky with concrete fingers that seem to spring up at every corner. I see them rising from my window, illuminated from the east. The sun considers them steadily, and his gaze falls also on my black cat. He is as black as the night sky, which is to say not black at all, or perhaps all the colours of black.

He grasps for a touch, and I wonder what it would be to touch a city.

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S14E11: The sun is out

I am unhappy about this fact. Summer is awful: a stark, staring presence that overhangs everything, that intrudes at my window and turns gentle shadow to sharp line.

It shortens my temper and ruins my focus. It is focussed by the places I love, turning a city of glass and steel into a maze of scorching, blazing beams. It turns what I love into something I can’t stand.

Anyway, the sun has got his hat on. Bastard.

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