October 2010
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00:45; no sleep
The thought comes to me; the Netherlands. I am a homeless refugee, camped near the english channel until 6:30 AM due to engineering work. Bad news, he said. No home, no duvet, no money. A single café in the terminal, the lady speaks hesitant english and lets us drag ourselves over the furniture and teletubbies pedestal. Last night was spent crouched on two seats on a coach; tonight will be the...
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dorian
“Men are predetermined to be sexually attracted to the opposite sex, Dorian.”
I stare at the whitewashed ceiling. The reclining chair is ebony leather. Soft. A textured surface that yields and forms to my body, but I tense my muscles, resisting the comfort. I don’t want to relax in this alien contraption. It is impossible.
“What do you have against women, Dorian?”
I have nothing against women....
