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November 25, 2008
Im looking at you (now) and Im thinking: if it could be like this. If it could always be like this

If we could stay framed forever in this room, floodlit and warm from the street outside, telling stories or playing parts. Four black portraits, coloured with trails of fairy lights spun around a concrete tree, reflect the white walls on our faces. Sitting upright in your chair like youre standing in a hotel foyer waiting for someone you love or can imagine loving in the future. You smile towards the concierge, the clock and the door.

Please: after you.