Glasgow
Photo - Hannah Graham
Words - Fergus McNeill

Vox Liminis (Unbound)

Story
You won’t recall where we first met. You were too young to notice me. Since then, our paths have crossed a thousand times, but you just never stopped.

But when the world slowed, and the doors closed, then finally you heard my song.

Each day, I whispered your woes away; drowned them in froth and foam. You watched me fall in grey and gold; saw the life around me flow. Finally, I slowed you down and turned you around.

But when the world spins, and time thins, will you still listen to the watersong?