So gather up your jackets, and move it to the exits.
I hope you have found a friend.
Closing time. You don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here.
(Part II)
2014-Jun-30 To -Jul-02
So gather up your jackets, and move it to the exits.
I hope you have found a friend.
Closing time. You don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here.
(Part I)
2014-Jun-9 to -15
Still the rain kept pourin’, fallin’ on my ears.
And I wonder, still I wonder: who’ll stop the rain?
An Interesting Development
I have entered a phase in which I am attractive (-ive, not -ed, although that happens sometimes too) to the hostel staff. It’s obvious right away when it happens. There is a particular reaction immediately upon meeting me, almost a double-take, that says “I shall try to bed you this week”. And it’s WEIRD.
Have people always been this obvious? Does it spark some sort of subconscious submission? It seems contradictory, quite the opposite of hunting. Imagine the lion indicating to a zebra, “I’ve got my eye on you, boy; get ready for the chase.” I’m pretty sure the zebra doesn’t just take that sort of thing in stride.
But it must work well for these men to have such confidence.