The bar was full of yellow light and the noise of people who had been drinking since early evening. Through the steamed windows, faces appeared and disappeared, leaning towards one another with wet cigarettes as the red light from the doorway trembled on the pavement.
I think she's moved to Berlin now but she stopped to look into a window displaying several pairs of shoes, each resting on its own little platform.
Looking in, she asked him why do you obscure their faces?
I stopped watching soon as they showed every single person holding up their phones.
Outside, everything about you is so real and so classy.
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Pixel-painting GIF and cut-up poem
(2 frames, 1920 x 1920 pixels)