Whenever I read something out-loud, the people around me, immediately stop listening.
That was the fist line a book I picked up, just last week. It was awful, but I read on because I’d been told it was a classic.
‘A useful part of the canon’
I awoke, it was Thursday. My eyes were puffy from the combination of drink, sun and sleep. I felt like I’d been parked-into myself. Bumper to bumper in my own body. The smell of Aaron burning crumpets downstairs told me it was just before 9am. We’d both be late.