July 2011
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The cracked streets etch a fragmented sigil onto the city, fragmented like my memories, like the signature of a great, overpowering fate that has made its mark on my heart, claimed me and gone. Those streets were vessels rich with life-blood, vital and pulsing to the beat of loud music and young sex, packed with the city’s night-children who were blissfully ignorant to the possibility of...