Nightmares on Wax – Hear in Colour

8 04 2013

I’m on the roof of a high-rise apartment block in Manhattan, watching the swarms of taxi-cabs below scurry like little motorized ants down 2nd Avenue. The deep evening sun caresses me with gentle bursts of warmth. Above me rises the smoke from my freshly-lit Camel cigarette, waltzing delicately with the ebb and flow of the soft breeze.

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