caught a memory

we left the flat at 12.30am, having already made our way through a numerous variety of beers, wine and rum. on a mission possible, we strode towards town, looking for the nearest meat market, aka project nightclub. marked on the way in, a black purple line on the inside of my left wrist, i was…

Invictus, by William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and…