Morning. Coffee. A hangover in the rain makes an umbrella useless.
MMXXII
Morning. Coffee.
A hangover in the rain
makes an umbrella useless.
You're off the grid.
The phone rings.
And someone you don't know
in an Irish accent
will tell you that here
you've completely forgotten,
how snow, sweeping over the tracks,
on another continent
together with the blizzard
spins the horizon.