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Listening for the weather

Forgive me if I ramble but it’s 3am as I write this and I have been well and truly numbed to the biting grip of the mid-winter chill by a strong shot of whiskey and a mind full of needless chatter. Such is the state of life as the moon hangs low over the still surrounds of a sleeping city. Another year older, another year passed. As good a time as any to dig that cold, steely blade of introspection deep into the innermost part of my heart. I am a true Cancerian – for better or for worse – a dreamer; an eight-legged mudlarker trapped in a ragged and worn shell. I’m a creature of habit, with a habit of forgetting. But who needs a head full of memories anyway. It’s all yesterday’s news. [illustration by Edwina White]