6th july 2005

>Look
You are in Waterloo Station, again. It's a mess: burgers and davincicodes litter the arena, the trains are a sideshow. It is late evening.
>Listen
Idiot ringtones, tannoy mispronouncements.
>Inv
Nothing to read, you dork.
>Get on train.
You get on the train.
>Wait.
>Look.
It's misty blue and misty grey out there. There are lights like jewels on the tops of buildings.
You say, "Jesus, look, there's a woman there reading Wide Sargasso Sea!"
You say, "Don't point. Anyway, she has a lumpy face."
You say, "Nothing to what you've got, pal. Wide Sargasso Sea."
You say, "Well she's prolly a student, she has to write an essay on it."
You say, "I doubt it: she's not writing anything down."
You say, "OK then, wait til she looks up, then make your *You and me are the only Jean Rhys fans in this whole carriage of Dan Brown clones* face, go on."
You say, "Um, I don't think so."
You say, "Look at her now then, she's reading the notes in the back."
You say, "Praps there's a tricky bit of patois, or she forgot what an octaroon was."
You say, "Now she's getting off, where's this, Putney - right, where the students live."
You say, "Shut up."
>Look
It's dark now. You can't see anything.
>QUIT

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