“And this is, uh, how life presents itself in a bar or a club in New York, maybe anywhere, at the end of the century and how people, you know, me, behave, and this is what being Patrick means to me, I guess, so, well, yup, uh…” and this is followed by a sigh, then a slight shrug, and another sigh, and above one of the doors covered by red velvet drapes in Harry’s is a sign in letters that match the drapes’ color are the words THIS IS NOT AN EXIT.
Bret Easton Ellis / American Psycho
Whenever it rains, water gets into the cabling, kills the signal from aerial to television. This is Scotland; I don’t get to watch too much TV.
Actually, it’s not a problem; have you seen the shite they put on these days? You should lock yourself in a small, darkened room and listen to Jon Hopkins records…
Jon Hopkins / The Wider Sun and Vessel