Reports From Unknown Places on Nostr: We report from the ink spill of after midnight: with the wind and the dark and the ...

We report from the ink spill of after midnight: with the wind and the dark and the rainy afternoon, the chill climbs up from our toes to our ankles. We feel our cold knees scrape against our trousers as we walk. The stars are shivering up there, caught up in smoke and soot.