The Civilian Reader gets writers to annotate passages from their own work. I did this with my short story ‘The Red Song’, a tale of revolution and ritual in a strange city.
I remember spring rain dripping from the balconies, and streets blocked with the rubbish that went uncollected for months. I remember heavy skies, bright evenings, wet light. I remember the Yellow Rose in all its forms: flags, placards, posters and graffiti, adorning the city from the shutters of the Old Town to the concrete slabs in front of the ruined palace.
I remember Hesperus.