He asks about me, and I do that thing where I don’t quite render my recently surrendered position in the past tense.
Category: The Diary
26th December – Men drinking beer with a foam afloat heard.
Mini-clubman settles on the bar stool next to mine and threatens a conversation.
23rd December – It’s life’s illusions I recall.
Perhaps that is an answer, to know that. I could apply for a job to manage people like her. The enthusiasm evaporates before I reach the end of the thought.
