Illustration by Charlotte Hattrell
An imagined place -Glass shimmering above clouds- Only then it fades. Gone, too fast, too soon. You were almost somewhere else; Anywhere but here. Over the motif repeats, electric in ears that hear little else. The city of grey forming, invasive as fog, crowds in around you. And the crowds press in smothering and deafening. There’s nowhere to go- -that isn’t here now. You look back, to skyscrapers, a mirage of power. Perfect rectangles resplendent in the ruby sunset swallowing- -the whole city For just a second in time it is not as dull. Slowly, you begin your walk home once more, but now you glance back with each stride.