- Vol. 04
- Chapter 07
Traffic paints the night again, lights smearing curves round the coast road, smudging the late bar crowd spilling back to the city
while high in a hotel suite the beat of tomorrow’s sun is already heating your blood, itching the soles of your bare feet.
The street calls you to dance, but first you paint your face into focus, dress yourself in colours you’ve just discovered, peel a new name from chaotic walls, forget everyone you’ve ever been.