Exit Bag Out

Awhile ago, I had been at a party. I’d listened to someone talk about Kate Moss for ten minutes straight. I left the room, found my flatmate and asked why anyone was interested in anything at all. We’d come up with no answers. All this started a month ago, and all that started long before. I will not … More Exit Bag Out

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His arm circling round her waist. Maybe . . . A blare. Sweat of traffic. Muggy afternoon. The sun bounces off every surface, paints the surroundings white. I stand at the corner of the street, feel the pavement seep through my soles. Sesame drifts from the marketplace; cheap soba, oil and soy. A cat stretches on the neighbour’s roof, white fur … More Suītopī