There are things you don’t take into account when you decide to live without a home. Like fingers rubbed raw and numb with cold. Like ceaseless noise even in the most quiet parts of the city. Like the sound of truck tires on tarmac echoing against the sleeping 3am houses.
Stella: 100 Ways To Tell You About That Night
Each day for 100, Gordon sets out to describe that night to The Tempest. And each day he struggles to reach for any words that fit. (I will try to share the first paragraph from each piece, but for copyright reasons will keep the majority of the text private).