#719
August 11, 2011
I fantasize about a massive, pristine convenience. Brilliant gold taps, virginal white marble, a seat carved from ebony, a cistern full of Chanel Number 5, and a flunky handing me pieces of raw silk toilet roll. But under the circumstances I’ll settle for anywhere.
Renton, Trainspotting
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MORE THAN TWO YEARS LATER. ENNA DI!
I know. Knowing the two dates makes it look so much starker, but even without them it feels like so long. Glad to know you’re around.
Out of the blue. But glad anyway.
You’re back and I’m glad! Missed it much.