TE23 Double Feature

Simone Buchholz

River Clyde

while Glasgow and its people fly past me, in time lapse, in taxis, on buses, on foot, on the way to the platform, to the supermarket, going home, to the pub. I can hardly make out the faces, I let them infuse. A gull lingers with me in this frozen time and looks up at me from below, the way only gulls look at you: What are you staring at? Opposite, shining on the boundary between under-the-bridge and under-the-skies is the blue-and-white lettering of a fish-and-chip shop. Blue Lagoon.

The place looks like a cheap chain, but its glow warms my buried self.

In the evening I lie in bed and I’m hungry all the same, it’s a sudden, big hunger, I haven’t been hungry for months and, for a few moments, I think about going back out, but then again that feels like too much for one day. 258

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