You would play, and I would sing, and the cold melody would sear its way into my consciousness…

You would play, and I would sing, and the cold melody would sear its way into my consciousness…
They would not let their families know. There would be panic…
Sex these days is sometimes born from terse, laconic bursts of text, flying through the snowy air on unseen wings like little bullets of lust. That’s how I met Jim…
Outside the confines of the European Union, the British state may not long survive the centrifugal forces of Scottish nationalism and post-imperial decline.
If you like Calvin and Hobbes you and I are friends, even if we meet that day, and never see each other again…