“So lovely those caramel-and-creme-coloured capes, Yes?”
“For a second I felt like I was sitting in our rusty old pub at Bowmore! Lagavulin distilling my subconscious, the cold glass rolling in my palm and it’s smoky fumes drifting so high, so high. This is what it feels like to wrap yourself in Felted Wool, sip the most amber, most Sovereign liquor in the world, and hold the hand of a Haunting Woman.” [note to reader: THE MAN WHO TOLD ME THIS WAS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL 90-Y.O. HUMAN I COULD EVER DREAM OF. HE TOLD ME THAT HE SCATTERED HIS WIFE'S ASHES OFF THE EDGE OF AN ISLAY CLIFF LAST TUESDAY AND HASN'T SLEPT ONE NIGHT SINCE.]
“You were En Love.”
“Ai.”
-CROWD QUOTE(S)
Every time I look, the human race has changed. It’s years since I was one of the crowd, though they still make room for me in the street — just.
-IVOR CUTLER
