Below the towers, under the arcades, I wander through Prague late at night. The sky is an alembic distilling gold in the dark — an alchemist’s still over a deep-blue flame. I walk down the …
February 29, 2012
Posted February 28, 2012
Below the towers, under the arcades, I wander through Prague late at night. The sky is an alembic distilling gold in the dark — an alchemist’s still over a deep-blue flame. I walk down the …