The room was cold and hostile in the way that only bureaucratic government offices can be. Nobody wanted to be here, and yet everybody was compelled to stay. There was a faint smell of cleaning alcohol and a palpable sense of tension in the air. Numbers were barked intermittently over a crackling microphone, struggling to be heard over the background buzz of forced small-talk. Some people sat wearily in uneven rows of chairs; others restlessly stood against the wall. The room was finely balanced between administration and chaos, order and anarchy.
Saturday, 13 February 2016
Tuesday, 9 February 2016
Fame
"Fame, makes a man take things over
Fame, lets him loose, hard to swallow" - David Bowie
"When I grow up I wanna be famous
I wanna be a star, I wanna be in movies" - The Pussycat Dolls
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