text messages (sent in the middle of pub night) TO: Hunter.
so here i am at this so called "pub-night" & i look up & realise that this is a total adventure in human fucking pathos, yes? but mostly i realise you are not here, & that is a tragedy, chap, a tragedy.
TO: Vic.
colorado cowboy! thanks for yr drink; was not actually expecting that. perhaps i will get a manhattan like the rest of us pussies & non LIT-drinkers.
TO: Hedda & Clea.
i am feeling so 'structured activity' right now. gauche.
TO: Lo & Vi.
so tell me, is mock-warfare a regular thing on the isle of madness?
TO: Providence
(1/3) WHERE HAVE YOU GONE are you back at our room (2/3) should i stay away from home (3/3) if you know what it is i mean