Cycling: I cannot know your context

It is cold. I have just decided to carry on, trying to ignore the tightness in my chest, and the retching tickle at the back of my throat that says one thing: “Cough!” My ears are already tingling. “We are the Hellequin,” I pick up the dialogue from a new audiobook. It had faded asContinue reading “Cycling: I cannot know your context”