Sometimes I think I was born backwards. You know, come out my mum the wrong way. I hear words go past me backwards. The people I should love, I hate. And the people I hate...- Effy
Everyone drifts into their own microcosms, they absorb the scenery. They break off into pairs, they sedate themselves, they wander through faces waiting to keel over in a daze.
There is only so much talk to tell of, only so much slime to spew. You take it in, you forget why you are here, and then finally the entire universe, tonight, comes smashing shut.
and there is not much
