“The Last Fire on a Day that Can’t be Named” by Cleo Adler

The Last Fire on a Day that Can’t be Namedby Cleo Adler 25 June 2020 Summer silently crept in amid hysteria over masks and hand sanitiser. In those days of beautiful sunshine—sometimes punctuated by erratic storms—we spent our days staring at pixellated videos and black screens. After the previous hectic five months, not wearing aContinue reading ““The Last Fire on a Day that Can’t be Named” by Cleo Adler”