Wouldnt It Be Good - Nik Kershaw Apr 2026

He looked back up at the penthouse. It still glowed. It still looked perfect. But as he turned toward his own dim attic, he adjusted his scarf and started to walk. The shoes were still worn, and the pockets were still empty, but for the first time, he didn't mind the weight of his own feet.

Alistair gestured to the sprawling, glittering city below them. "Look at it. It’s all just glass and lights, isn't it? Everyone down there thinks it's a dream up here. But it’s just a higher place to fall from." Wouldnt It Be Good - Nik Kershaw

The Luminaries were the elite, the beautiful, the people for whom the city seemed to glow. From his window, Julian could see into the penthouse across the street. There, life was a blur of silk robes, crystal decanters, and laughter that surely sounded like a perfect chord. He looked back up at the penthouse