Andrew Durbin

At some point​ on a night out an older queen will swing down from the rafters to let you know you’re too late. Five, maybe ten years ago, he explains, it was much better here. The music was better, the clientele was better, the neighbourhood was less gentrified, more authentic. What is he still doing here then? It doesn’t matter. Encounter him often enough and you begin to understand that lost time can’t be regained, only embellished.