Titus Maclaren

COLOURBLIND

Broken by time, Illen took off his gloves. There was no going back now. If they could go back, it would take lifetimes. Too many lifetimes to even consider. There was a chance once, but they had ignored it. Illen had tried, or at least he had convinced himself he tried. Attempts to steer materialistic conversations about watches, rock bands and motorbikes in the direction of political infringements on privacy had all but failed.