Moments I recall:
At the opposite end of time I feel a painful embrace long gone. A voice nagging inside ... longing ... losing. A dog searching for his bone. A woman with a hole in her belly, lost in Broadmead. He doesn't see, he doesn't care. A crow arrogantly judging. A scarf took a piece of neck away. Lines drawn on bodies. Bones tapping bones at the Police Station. No 75 bus taking them home.
Moments Bart drew: