The pub.
Friday 13 January 2012 at 00:09
Visible to anyone in the world
In one, today, there was a man. His jaw-skin had flopped over his jaw in the way that only the eternally-miserable can achieve. When asked if he had been working today, he said no. When asked if he was working tomorrow, he raised his chin from his chest, and said No, I'm just trying to enjoy life. I struggled to maintain composure.