Football

Dense fog hung in the air, carrying a strong scent of ammonia on its waves as I stepped over the threshold. The room was busy, an isosceles triangle with its greatest length little more than three metres. I padded along the floor trying to find an opening, seizing the opportunity when one arose. Squeezed in … Continue reading Football

Amsterdam

There is something about the sound of a hand tapping on glass that makes us need to look. Probably it is the brain connecting the sound to that of someone knocking on our window or door. That subconscious link is made in the fraction of a second, before we know it we are investigating. Human … Continue reading Amsterdam