A different set of rules

June 9, 2016. The Brussels canal zone. In between Rainy Days and Mondays, a window opened up. She looked through it, while he stared into a mirror that had his back. Wave upon wave of lies and pretense hung about their heads. When the air stirred, it clamored for truth, justice, and revelation. To no avail: the shutters remained tightly shut.

 

㊚ ♊ ♋ ✞

Done