Fri, 28 November

OVERHEARD IN THE GLASS CORRIDOR, 3:47 PM "—no, I said the ink got everywhere, like actually everywhere, into the calendar, into the thing with the agenda, into the part where we were going to be careful—" "Was it Felix?" "It's always Felix." "Right but was it—" "—and then you just cook dinner anyway. You just go home and you chop the onions and the sky is one colour and you chop the onions and that's the whole answer."