mousehands : ask philip

Picture the scene - Milan, spring 1994. A young girl, her flowing blue hair striking against the pale skin. Sunshine sparkles vibrantly off her eyebrow, distracting passing policemen from several beatings nearby. She turns, looks, the entire world holds its breath. But there is a noise, a commotion. The moment is lost, the world breathes a sigh. Lost moments, forever looked back on with distant regret. That’s why green, and we must never be allowed to forget.