manchester at 11 degrees with ghosts and cheap crisps

Last thing before i miss a train: manchester at 11 degrees is a drum head waiting for a stick. don’t try to fix its weather; aim for the rim and let it glissando into your pockets. the numbers 2648026 and 1826102019 still feel like codes, but maybe they’re just reminders that every place keeps a few secrets for the people willing to be late.