September 2011
“Down in the park and the lust of the light. Among the stray dogs and families, I smell the bonfires, and, watch the bonbs. Fireworks burst above the trees and to pillows of white cloud, and another year has gone. Now it is the fifth of november I lock the doors, and swallow the key and draw the curtains, closed forever. Forever”
—The Bluebells, Patrick Wolf
