Scene City

I’m still thinking about how I got tagged in a photo the other day showing a page in ELLE UK where I’d been named as an Art World It-Girl. An old photo collaged with some other girls in a bubble of transparent PNGs. Anything I say next will not do what I want it to but I have to say it anyway. Because I was lying on the couch having had a Covid booster in my left arm and a flu jab in my right, white-knuckling intermittent waves of genuine pain, the way people must brace for contractions, and then I see that stupid post and I have to brace for embarrassment as well. I’m in Liverpool, not London. Leave me out of it. A rat has died under the laminated flooring under the stairs and we can’t get at it. We can’t tell the landlord either because they’ll see some other bits we need to fix up before they’re invited in or we’ll lose the deposit. It smells absolutely vile. My boyfriend lights another candle. I take two paracetamol. My body feels as disabled as it was in 2021 so I download Apex…

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