Today I’m walking over the bridge to go to the supermarket, taking a break from work. Listening to music on my phone, the Killers playing…
My previous portero died unexpectedly. One day he was there – a fat and jovial man, bald, glasses, head pushed a little forward giving way…
Content warning: Suicide and associated themes I lay cocooned in an old duvet on the hard hospital floor, drifting in and out of consciousness to…
