A Thin Black Line.

“When we are beneath it all/I had this feeling I was coming back/But little did I know.” — King Krule, Underclass.

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In a whole world

That no one knows.

For a while, I’ve been on my own.

The night rolls around, as it does, and with that comes the boredom. I stroll out to the side of the sea, improvised saxophonic solos in my mind, and watch the waves eat…