Sunday, April 20, 2014


Judging from the awkwardly strained anticipation in the air here (Henry smoking two cigarettes at a time, his sister trying out cardigans in ever so slightly different shades of beige) you would think that Hannibal was crossing the Alps on his elephant. With a build-up like this, written in bold capital letters in-between the lines, things can only end in disappointment.

To be continued.

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