May '88: The Uprising's Refrain
The summer/month/season of ’88 was heavy with tensions/unease/apprehension. A storm was brewing, not in the skies above the city/our streets/London, but in the hearts of its residents/people/citizens. The air itself felt charged, thick/electric/heavy with an expectation/a foreboding/a promise of change. Tales traveled like winds/fire/electricity