READING VLOG

What it feels like to hear your friend's heart breaking, in a whisper, in the corner of a cafe where it's dark and quiet, where feelings come to walk on two legs, to learn a dance, to walk somewhere far from their birthright and call it home, call it part of the world.

This voice is in winds and brains, love and lust, in me and the aching cries of old bones and my vanity and insanity.

David, you old friend, fiend, I love you.