Its all about love, one year on

I get off the train at Kings Cross station. I walk up until I reach the carnage and detritus, the ugly, twisted, violent beauty of the Caledonian Road. It was his place, our place. It was my place first, back in the day. It is my place again now, I have reclaimed it. I feel at home here, in the relative chaos, the edgy, slightly dangerous feel of the place. It feels real, it makes me feel alive. Read More…