A dying mother. Her and her son sing a Caruso song at full blast. They don’t care if it annoys the neighbours. His girlfriend tells them to sing louder and turn it up.
An old chest of drawers the front falls off the top drawer, exposing the mess inside. It looks like a well made antique. It is rotten and falling apart. It is at 42 Seabrook Road, Newton Heath, Manchester. I cry. My parents are dying again. It hurt so much the first time. I don’t think I can bear the grief again. The house is damp and all is falling apart. This was my last home.
A young man returning to Manchester on a borrowed bike. He is wheeling the bike across a road, where a bus is stopped. Police are arguing with a group of autistic youth who repeat phrases over and over. The bus moves…
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