wine

first night. 

a glass of wine flinging itself in my direction, again. four friends kneeling, blotting and giggling. liquorice all-sorts. talk about zizec, about how much more or less you trust critical thinkers if you see them in person, whether that's valid. a strange cat, a pregnancy. sparks.

second night.

whisky and wine. a clockwork orange, social media, our generation, and the next. new year's eve. the multiple misconnections that hold us together. a newly cut fringe. crumbling plaster.