Rendezvous
12 January 05 : 12.06 AM
I stayed up looking at the fluorescent red lights spelling out Meritus Mandarin at the top of the hotel. I didn't understand change. I didn't understand how last night there wasn't a single star in sight and it drizzled and stopped and drizzled and stopped. I wrapped a shawl around my shoulders because it was cold and night fell too early.
Before that, Samuel and I were at this pub in town. After that, we went for supper and took lots of pictures together in his digital camera. We had a fantastic conversation. I told him about Edwin, with his tanned skin, oriental eyes and large muscular body. I told him about Leon, who used to bleach his hair blonde white and practices his turntables the whole night through. I told him about Ken, who wears kaftan tops and drives recklessly. I told him about John, the aching musician who escapes it all with a pill.
But I never said a word about Mirz.
I guess this is how it all ends.