The photograph shows the falls flinging down colossal volumes of water with so much violence, some shatters into a mist. The roar must be terrifying, sweeping all commercialism aside, the pink-and-red bridal suites irrelevant, a primal force that announces its plan to use the couples gazing at it for its own ends.
My first death was way back when I signed a contract for the job as hall porter in the Happy Valley Refrigeration Company. Reserved and cool in my brand-new uniform, I waited every morning on The Bridge Corner for the bus. Every morning for two months she passed me as I waited for my bus […]