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.



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