May 1st, 2006

kusanagi: puerile

And then, my head exploded.

Insane frieze


I stood by the entrance to Regents Canal, rewinding the film in my Lomo. A pair of people noisily mounted the stairs, attempting to hide their hangovers behind sunglasses but loudly advertising their conversation. The woman ranted in a faux English accent - she was clearly American - to the man about a friend of hers. This friend, she said, was only dating this other guy so that she could get free breast implants from him. I fumbled desperately for my headphones, but I was too late. Just as they passed me, she exclaimed, "No, she is, I swear! Because he's like, the top implantologist in London."