Embroidery in Childhood

1 “Empathise with the maelstrom,” he would cry through the tenement windows, flying down concrete steps five at a time, hammering on doors, howling through keyholes, careering through grim corridors dripping with garish sprayed on colour and tangled tricolour streamers. “Empathise with the maelstrom; we’re freemen of this city!” Flashing blue lights, amid the dashing… Continue reading Embroidery in Childhood