Nocturnes: five stories of music and nightfall

o sit on a tall spike, and hung up

all the negotiations on my behalf

stickler for artistic integrity

adding some quip about my guitar

lovey-dovey moment

playing a little doodle

“I suppose the passing years have just left you high and dry. You’re like a man on the precipice. One more tiny push and you’ll crack.”

The truth is, Emily and I have been going through a bit of a sticky patch. In fact, just recently, we’ve been avoiding one another altogether. That’s why she wasn’t there just now to welcome you.

a bit stumped by this and delayed her answer

sorry-looking footwear