“The sun comes under the clouds and I’m looking for Phaethon in the gaps. The hooves keep coming. I hear them in my sleep. Driving horses like an apocalypse but missing Death, War, Pestilence, Famine. They’re busy in another part of the world we’re pretending we can’t hear screaming. A.”

“The sun comes under the clouds and I’m looking for Phaethon in the gaps. The hooves keep coming. I hear them in my sleep. Driving horses like an apocalypse but missing Death, War, Pestilence, Famine. They’re busy in another part of the world we’re pretending we can’t hear screaming. A.”

— Elisabeth Hewer