siobhan
The common used to be the village square. Now it's just a word for the things that are beneath us. Like thinking we still have anything in common.
Dark and deep and soft, with lights that glimmer in the weave. It only looks like velvet when you look up, really it goes on forever.
The beach is where everything ends. You walk for miles and no matter direction you travel in, you end up here with the bottle caps and the notes and the tiny wreaked ships.