Wed, 22 October

recipe for a city that hasn't finished yet take one harbour, copper-bottomed, still smelling of the forge. add: ambition (crushed, not minced), three conversations happening at once, a handful of someone else's confidence. fold in the evening gently— it bruises. for the storm clouds, do nothing. they know where they're going. serve on a blueprint. eat with your hands. yield: one night you'll remember as the night things almost changed, or did.