There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life
I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and
bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man
comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
