Days

Days

The body aches. The city feels bigger and more relentless every day. I recollect waiting for the bus after school in the torrential rain - watching the shrubs sway with the wind and oncoming traffic; having supper, past midnight, after watching a football game at the only stall open in my neighbourhood; walking home because I’d spent too much money on alcohol. Nothing much has changed but yet it feels nostalgic and different at the same time. The ache never quite goes away and, in it’s mundanity, it feels comforting.