![]() |
![]() |
||||||
***
|
The N29 night bus to Camden. At Tottenham Court Road, two women get on. They are identical twins - small, with birdlike eyes, and at age 45 they still dress exactly alike. It is very late and I am tired, so when I see them it seems for a moment as if reality has stuttered. They both have the same short, practical hair, dyed the same shade of burgundy. They wear the same black Timberland parkas with turquoise lining, and I know without looking that they wear the same delicate leather lace-up shoes, with slightly pointed toes. They believe in long walks, disdain alcohol and cigarettes, and know what to do with wheat germ. It is 1.12am on a Saturday night, and I cannot think what could possibly cause them to be up at this hour. They glance at me as if I am a zoo creature and, in perfect sync, turn to go upstairs.
SYNDICATION: LiveJournal ARCHIVES: October 2004 November 2004 December 2004 January 2005 February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 December 2006 January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 |
& FOR HER NEXT TRICKS: KAT & MOUSE 2 AGENT BOO 2 *** RECENTLY: MESSIAH COMPLEX 1 AGENT BOO 1 KAT & MOUSE 1 SMOKE *** Brief Loves: *** Friends & Conspirators: Admired Strangers: *** Musical Exotica:
|
|||||