After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean
colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the
party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees.
We aren't aware of that.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.
