LIVE REPORT: Toby Driver and Alora Crucible with Black Arrows at New River Studios, London
Does not my countenance resemble yours?
Does not my countenance resemble yours?
Flokefull veg frå fyrndetid.
Why do we grasp at eternity, when we know it will leave us behind?
Everything has its boundaries, including your grief.
Carry the weight on your tiny shoulders.
Breathe out the stories that ask to be told.
Each day, time drops a tiny death at your door.
Unsteady hand wielding a final arrow.
Mumble quietly as we walk home / ‘I am tired of being alone.