July 29, 2005

On a rainy morning, we wandered for an hour amongst ruins dreaming of a life without worries or inhibitions. She was bleeding slightly, but we felt free and innocent and everybody was our friend. I kept trying to pull down my pants so we could make love against the cold walls. “There are children everywhere,” she said. “They need to learn these things about ruins,” I said.

But when their laughter got closer, I finally relented and pulled up my pants. Their world of innocence suddenly capsized ours. The hallow windows stared at us blankly and smiled.