along the Firth of Tay
a case of gloomy introspection I’m at a bar near the Tay Bridge, that sort of springboard into oblivion, courtesy of the icy waters of the Firth. My friend Malcom jumped off the Tay Bridge. Or so the story goes.…
Dan Calvani
fragmented narratives
Dan Calvani
fragmented narratives
Day 22 September 2024