20th May 2010
Against my better judgement I went to a party tonight, someone at work who I actually spoke to a few times, is leaving. It’s surprising (to no one more than me), but I’m actually pretty good at parties. While I’m making pleasant small talk you would never guess that in my head I’m simply biding my time before I can return to my solipsistic cocoon. Like going to church, a party is a ritual that once had a purpose, but not any more.
As an indulgence I took a cab home. Gazing out through a taxi window at the streets of London on a Saturday night is like watching reality TV with the sound off.