TRT | XIV | Date
XIV | Date ❦ For some reason, we’re eating chicken rice at a bar. ‘What’s the shop called?’Rizwan asks,looking around. There’s an aquarium glowing in one corner, water bubbles rising,fake plants dancing,no fish. The walls of the bar are painted black,peeling in some places,decorated with chalk drawings. A futile attempt to cover upmarks ofpreviouscarpenteringadventures. … Read more