The sunlight is seeping in through the thick red curtains. Is this what home looks like? Chaos, angry shouts, broken bricks and broken promises? Cigarette smoke, half finished whisky glasses, olives and dust? //caption// //Is this what home looks like? // Day 8. You left at midnight because there was bloodshed. I woke up and the drapes were open and bullets were fired. Now, it's noon. The shots being fired are still echoing in my empty house.
