a hundred and two or something. american analog set remix and electronic sounds bubble throughout the car. it's hot to look out the window, but nonetheless we step out into the swelter to step in to the airconditioned haven. there is music wrapped in plastic. there are cheese sandwiches placed on plastic circles.
i think we're alone now, there doesn't seem to be anyone a-rou-ound. i turn around to smile at matty as we sing along to tiffany. he's leaving on saturday. and that makes me sad. it's hot in the shade singing along to bright eyes. voices wavering and opened boxes of film.
can we go swimming?