Small Evening, Abroad




Take the gospel for example, but take the drowned version:

It’s Amsterdam and 8 o’clock and raining like someone’s looking for something she says as she 
pinches her cigarette empty and asks the waitress for the check. It’s twenty minutes walking 
to Tuschinski and the sound of dishes mixes with the river roofs while she does not rush to finish her wine 
and the water does not get in.