With a little remodeling here and there, the building would be a fantastic place to live -or even work- in. The structure was in perfect condition; the windows were wide as blackboards; it received plenty of light; the sight was not bad; each flat had two-hundred square meters, which could be kept that way or

The world was peaceful and almost silent. Almost, but not quite. There was a noise somewhere in the apartment and so she could not get back to sleep. Tess, however, seemed capable of snoring through a storm and several world wars, so she did not even stir when Fin disentangled herself from her arms and

“Touching from a distance, further all the time…” The melancholic and cavernous voice of Ian Curtis spilled into her ears and expanded through her mind as if the song were made out of gas instead of sound. The guitar riffs were determined, frill-like stitches drawing patterns on her brain and… Fuck. I’m pissed and I’m