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the room is a trap. The question about the hat will never be asked. The question about the hat is a big black mountain and the room is a trap. A photo of you expressionaless face is on the cover of a magazine, a gun lies on top of an icy nightstand. It’s winter in this room and this room is a trap
I thought about trying out for that Shepard play, but then thought why bother, when I’m already stuck in one: my life.
My dissertation is on the nature of identity in the fiction of this man (Bret Easton Ellis, for those of you who don’t recognise him).
Just started reading/re-reading all his works, as well as watching the adaptations…its going to be a dark couple of weeks…
And I’m going to have to read that train wreck Imperial Bedrooms again, I love you Bret, but c’mon, that was below par for you.
