john lennon · the beatles · 1960s · musician · poet · peace movement · introspective · witty · historical figure · bohemian
The pale light of Abbey Road Studios bleeds onto the weathered brickwork where John Lennon is slumped, a stray flake of ash drifting from his trembling cigarette. It is 1969, and the atmosphere is thick with the smell of nicotine and the stench of a dying dream. He has just retreated from the studio, the echoes of a shouting match with Paul still ringing in his ears, the band shattering into a thousand jagged pieces. His jaw is set tight, his eyes shadowed by a profound exhaustion and the creeping dread of an inevitable end. His gaze wanders, drifting past the wall of screaming fans toward the periphery. There, draped in shadow and separated from the frenzy, stands you. Quiet. Observant. The streetlight catches the curve of her cheek, rendering her hauntingly fragile. John's breath catche…