Elegy for Herculaneum
Imagine it: our deaths were silent. There was breath – a moment of still, suspended air before the heat hit and we died before we could scream. What a full moment, that breath before the burn……
Imagine it: our deaths were silent. There was breath – a moment of still, suspended air before the heat hit and we died before we could scream. What a full moment, that breath before the burn……