like a sky cracking open, like falling down a hill, like running into your friends arms, like entering your empty bedroom one last time when you move out of your home.
im not a local by any means, but years ago when i visited the warf i was swarmed and attacked by seagulls for the french fries i was walking around with. after surrendering my fries to the birds, i was so embarrassed i ducked into the musèe mècanique and cried in the photobooth.
