Musings of the bank of the St. Lawrence
A band of infinite steel against a limitless charcoal sky,A band of infinite steel against a limitless charcoal sky, the St. Lawrence apathetically watches the approach of Winter’s cold as he carelessly holds the metropolis beside his bed like an exhausted harlot is held in the moment before her escort pays her for her soul. Both were colourful riots of fun and passion now spent and fading already into grey memory against the weight of eternity.