Some of Europe (2 years later)

Rooftop, Science

Yeah, it’s a double bill! Old draft which I dredged up.

After we’d watched Permanence, Gina’s play, we headed over to a nearby capsule hotel to indulge in $5 beers.

I can’t hold my liquor well (makes things that much cheaper really) and started ruminating after 2 bottles.

Guys, don’t you love the feeling when you’ve just stayed the night at a place unfamiliar and it’s the next morning – it’s still dark outside – the irregular sound of bedsheets glide over each other and ruffle their way into your thoughts, while hushed voices and an occasional chuckle echo from somewhere else. People scour through their packs and duffles and messily stuff plastic bags back into whichever compartments they could make out with the torchlight between their teeth.

When I got my own room in a Scottish Airbnb with unfinished flooring, with floor mats literally placed as a makeshift footpath from the bed to the door. The window outside was grey, like every building is. The trees are barren and dusty cars peep from distant roads.

You slide the balcony door open; your breath is a cloud and the air throttles your lungs.

Or how about Amsterdam, when you got a roof apartment that ascended from stairs that are half as wide but twice as steep as you’re used to? When in your excitement in taboo you took several deep drags of the stuff to your disappointment (and to everyone else’s annoyance when you coughed like a fucking amateur) before it hit you all at once fifteen minutes later and you had to be escorted to the doorstep of the coffeeshop with a cup of sugar water?

“Not sure about that. ” They look at you curiously, but you’re smiling to yourself; you’re somewhere else.