Tug

Two lovers sitting on a now deteriorating edifice, which by day looks like a pockmark in the middle of a park bustling with construction work. But it’s night-time and the lovers are quiet and too exhausted to look back, or ahead. The dust of the day hasn’t settled yet but the present already feels as elusive as memory. Two lovers sitting on a now deteriorating edifice, which by day looks like a pockmark in the middle of a park bustling with construction work. But it’s night-time and the lovers are quiet and too exhausted to look back, or ahead. The dust of the day hasn’t settled yet but the present already feels as elusive as memory. Two lovers sitting on a now deteriorating edifice, which by day looks like a pockmark in the middle of a park bustling with construction work. But it’s night-time and the lovers are quiet and too exhausted to look back, or ahead. The dust of the day hasn’t settled yet but the present already feels as elusive as memory. Two lovers sitting on a now deteriorating edifice, which by day looks like a pockmark in the middle of a park bustling with construction work. But it’s night-time and the lovers are quiet and too exhausted to look back, or ahead. The dust of the day hasn’t settled yet but the present already feels as elusive as memory.