When you frist break-up, it may seem like a cruel twist of fate that the heart, even if it’s a paralysing break-up insists on solidering on. If anything, it loves harderand every bottomless beat, it looks for old lovers long after they have gone – in song lyrics, in patches of perfumed bedsheets and sunsets.
If you were to get a little lost whilst your finding your way around and tripping over ugly land marks. So i’ve put together a pocket map full of key coordinates, to hopefully find your way home.