Happy New Year!
Everything that happens today has already happened. The streets are dying, filled with kaleidoscopic vomit and shards of glass from bottles of low alcoholic lager. Crowds gather, dull eyed with viscous skin, they make their way around searching for sustenance, to purge the taste of blood and acid from their mouths. The cafe’s and bars are full, 45 minutes of waiting for food. Tables are crammed with bags of fat and bone. None of which are sharing any words.