#FireHorsesQuotes 49: "...Out into the satanic hills of my youth..."

#FireHorsesQuotes 49: “Without thinking, as if pre-programmed to fuck up, I boarded a train and headed out through Manchester’s streets and blocks and mills, blazing lights scattered among bracken-fields in the night rain, out into the satanic hills of my youth, cowering beneath as they towered above, awesome and cold and immovable.”