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I listened to my Motown collection last night, and again this morning. I listened to the 4Tops, the Supremes, Smoky, all of them, while I ate my toast with fried eggs. This was after another kilometre swim in the pool. When I woke up, the sun was out. When I came out of the pool, it had disappeared. I have had a headache since last friday. I'm taking drugs everyday and I'm wondering: do I need a new prescription for my eyesight?
Kevin and I have lunch together. We meet outside my building, walk through Covent Garden, buy sandwiches and drinks at Tesco, then find a bench in Saint Paul's courtyard. Sometimes the church bell rings at 1 o'clock and sometimes, like today, it doesn't. We always find a free bench, regardless of sun or grim weather. Most people like to sit on the grass. We eat and we kick the pigeons away. We try not to complain too much about our work. We observe the bums pissing in the corners, drinking and being rowdy. Many people sit by themselves, unsuited for their suits. A lot of them speak into their mobile phones, or smoke cigarettes while staring at nothing. We watch each other, when we sit and when we move. Our body consciousness wavers and falters depending on who is watching us. It was in this courtyard that I sat on a chewing gum a week ago. Now I always watch where I'm sitting down. I (h)ate gum-chewers.
The plan is to go to the movies tomorrow. Possibly that disaster movie about climate changes. Tonight, we settle in for Big Brother's fake eviction. Because we don't have colisseums, or Christians thrown to the lions, we must do with Big Brother. Cruelty appeases something inside us.
Kevin and I have lunch together. We meet outside my building, walk through Covent Garden, buy sandwiches and drinks at Tesco, then find a bench in Saint Paul's courtyard. Sometimes the church bell rings at 1 o'clock and sometimes, like today, it doesn't. We always find a free bench, regardless of sun or grim weather. Most people like to sit on the grass. We eat and we kick the pigeons away. We try not to complain too much about our work. We observe the bums pissing in the corners, drinking and being rowdy. Many people sit by themselves, unsuited for their suits. A lot of them speak into their mobile phones, or smoke cigarettes while staring at nothing. We watch each other, when we sit and when we move. Our body consciousness wavers and falters depending on who is watching us. It was in this courtyard that I sat on a chewing gum a week ago. Now I always watch where I'm sitting down. I (h)ate gum-chewers.
The plan is to go to the movies tomorrow. Possibly that disaster movie about climate changes. Tonight, we settle in for Big Brother's fake eviction. Because we don't have colisseums, or Christians thrown to the lions, we must do with Big Brother. Cruelty appeases something inside us.
