But for a different reason. Instead of letting us go home and participate in the funeral through the global communion of television, here they did their own memorial service you could go to. I went to the last one, but I really, really don't like mourning awkwardly with co-workers, unless they're good friends, I'd rather be alone, and so I sat at my desk and did nothing.
On a related topic, I'd been looking at all the pictures in the shop windows, nestling up against the mannequins and top hats, and up until today the smaile had looked sunny and sweet. I went out today for lunch and suddenly they looked sinister, even malevolent, the smile of a fox who's had your chicken.
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i was angry, too
Date: April 9th, 2002 07:29 am (UTC)From:On a related topic, I'd been looking at all the pictures in the shop windows, nestling up against the mannequins and top hats, and up until today the smaile had looked sunny and sweet. I went out today for lunch and suddenly they looked sinister, even malevolent, the smile of a fox who's had your chicken.
Strange.