Transmission resumed, and that Joy Division song stuck in my head.
Bianco-rosso has taken a back seat over the past month and a bit. Illness, the death of my father, travel, work, a bit of falling out with Quarry Hill folk. All car seats full, only the boot left for wine.
But things are picking up. Drinking, cooking, making beer & wine, writing... all coming back. As affirming a mix as Joy Division.
And we would go on as though nothing was wrong.
And hide from these days we remained all alone.
Staying in the same place, just staying out the time.
Touching from a distance,
Further all the time.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.