//Empty mornings that ache -caption- I heave thankful sighs every now and then. I hearken to rustling of crumbles and I hold my breath. Restlessness at the foyer. This is just the outcome of watching Stranger Things at a full swing, I tell myself. So, I switch over. I watch Queen instead. This way the pattern of humdrum mornings change-- that's a futile assurance. Dawn is much better, bright mornings grow empty and swallow me like a Demogorgon. Well, nonetheless I'd say they empty mornings are not to be loathed. Well, am I fooling myself? Never mind. Let's talk about Queen: go you may, to the old churches, to the streets that await you, to the abandoned restaurants, to the girls who need smile,
