IT TAKES A BROKEN HEART TO BECOME A WARRIOR
I just moved to a new city. It still feels like there’s no one I know here and I love it. Because that means that I can walk the streets for hours without meeting any familiar face and just observe people, listen to the stories their bodies are telling, sense the effect the gazes we are exchanging have on me. Especially with other men I am playing this game: will our eyes meet in mutual acknowledgement or anxious rivalry? How long will the eye contact last? Will there be open