I'm being stalked.
Specifically, I'm being stalked by one Big Issue seller in particular.

When I go into Manchester city centre, she's there. On those occasions that I'm back at my parents and nip into town, she's there. Last weekend, when I was in London, she followed me down Tottenham Court Road. She was in Hull, just outside Paragon Station, last spring. I could go on.

It's always the same one - I'm sure of it. She's either following me, or she's the revenant image of some deeply-hidden trauma involving headscarves, or there's a secret army of cloned Armenian homeless people stealthily taking over the world.

Poe had his Raven. I have my Big Issue seller.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Mon 6 Jul 2009, 14:29, Reply)