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Written by Jaime Campbell
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Friday, 20 April 2007 |
The Last Tape - Final moments - Wednesday - Day 6 – 11:57pm
So after sautéed crab cakes served over a nest of tri-colour linguini, in Dijon cream, in the Windjammer Lounge, we’re balanced out on the ledge, looking down, seven stories from the ground. Looking out into the night. Looking out over this city flickering neon like butterfly wings, ready and waiting to go.
- TEN
Ready to roll off the ledge goodbye.
- NINE
No anger left now, no neon indignation. No fireworks or final fuck-you to the world. Just two kids unable to grow up, seeping out like Christmas brandy, spilling over chairs, over tables to the windows, to the ledge. Failing on our own terms as we stand there. |
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