[vi is wearing a either a cat (early october) or a unicorn mask (later in the month), nodding to the music as a float or a kite passes - a bottle of cider in her hand and a look of relief on her face as her anxiety ebbs for a moment, singing along to lyrics she's only just picking up, getting them wrong sometimes (it's fine) and pausing here and there to take a deep breath, to use the music as a mantra - breathe out. just feel the fucking nonsense float away. breathe in strength, breathe out bullshit. she's good, mostly. are you?]
black parade [open all month]