I am dull, he thought. He knew he was. But there was something to be said for not feeling conflicted or tortured, just empty. Done in.
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I am dull, he thought. He knew he was. But there was something to be said for not feeling conflicted or tortured, just empty. Done in.
He would exist only as long as the dancers didn’t blink, and so far, wild-eyed and dishevelled, they seemed not to.
He would exist only as long as the dancers didn’t blink, and so far, wild-eyed and dishevelled, they seemed not to.
‘Me, somebody else, an African, a Muslim, an Englishman who talks with a funny accent—people have their thoughts, whether they say what they’re thinking or not.’
‘Me, somebody else, an African, a Muslim, an Englishman who talks with a funny accent—people have their thoughts, whether they say what they’re thinking or not.’
They got a cab almost immediately. That was what you had to love about New York: it always defeated your expectations.
They got a cab almost immediately. That was what you had to love about New York: it always defeated your expectations.
Then we did what so many people do on someone else’s wedding day, or after someone else’s funeral, though in this case it was on the day that some street person got carted off to the police station. We went back to our apartment and fucked.
Then we did what so many people do on someone else’s wedding day, or after someone else’s funeral, though in this case it was on the day that some street person got carted off to the police station. We went back to our apartment and fucked.