>the rat in your brain rules the world from the comfort of your living room; tell me, are we leaving soon?
>saucey-jocey, courtney, and i strapped on our heels and swirled our bodies on the frenzied dancefloor at the Sugar Reef niteclub, just around the corner from piccadilly circus.
took the bus home a few hour before dawn, feet up on the double-decker’s seats. surrounded but all alone.
“i want you to tell me your name.”
“thank you. my name is jane.”
“your real name.”
“thank you. my real name is jane.”
“thank you. still jane.”
“I’ve got another 500 quid here. why don’t i just give you all this money, and you tell me what your real name is.”
“i promise. thank you. my real name is plain, jane jones.”
“I may be rich but i’m not stupid.”
“what a shame doc, i love ’em rich and stupid.”
after the park, i wandered, and somehow retraced my steps from 6 months ago, remembering everything.
temple bar, the last original gate to the city of london.
the king’s wardrobe
the narrow elizabethan streets
to my right, before i hit trafalgar square, i saw a large orange sign.
the easyinternet café. the one i visited 6 months ago. the morning i left joe in paris.
i looked at it for only a millisecond as i walked by. but i wanted to hurl bricks through its windows. burn it until everyone on the street tasted the ash in the air.
i came home and called jan.
last night i had the world clinging to body. now i feel it searing off my skin.