My friends and I
live in the comfortable denial of adulthood.
This corner of ourselves that feels
life is here and now.
We pay rent, we spend the rest on big burgers and big drinks
we buy books and we go to the cinema and
we live vicariously through others – our favourite fictional characters
always better, always nicer, always having it together.
We live for those nights
spent talking about the future
walking to the end of these expensive London streets
only to find out
there’s nothing there.
There’s no future.
There’s just now.