An Epilogue

Drink tea, straight gin, f**k up;

don't use a fountain pen unless you are a natural.

Stare at each other, howl at the sky, listen to coffee shops and drink to the wireless.

Get blood stained hands, ink skinned fingers.

Scream, shout, stand on your head and rage against the colour of your furniture.

Do anything.

You can't do everything, so do something.