He stares ahead: ‘I don’t have any beautiful moments.’ ‘Why not?’ I ask. ‘It’s in my job description to be miserable. I’m a busking poet.’...
19.08201719 augustus 2017
He stares ahead: ‘I don’t have any beautiful moments.’ ‘Why not?’ I ask. ‘It’s in my job description to be miserable. I’m a busking poet.’...
“I don’t have any beautiful moments.” “Why not?” “It’s in my job description to be miserable. I’m a busking poet.” Every day David occupies the...