after work

eight hours of being polite followed by several hours where nobody can hear me speak. #

Worked, came upstairs, showered, ate something, changed clothes three times, Yuri arrived, changed once more because apparently his presence altered the laws governing my wardrobe, then out. House first, techno later, exactly the order I wanted. I understand weekends differently now that some of them begin with work. Before, getting ready was the beginning of the whole day. Now sometimes it feels like crossing a border between two versions of myself. Downstairs Alice answers questions, cleans, remembers appointments, smiles, explains the same thing without sounding like she’s explaining the same thing. Upstairs Alice puts on eyeliner, Angel, earrings and decides she has absolutely no interest in explaining anything to anybody for the next six hours.

Then techno becomes almost medicinal.

No conversation. No customer questions. No “do I look darker?” Just move.

Remember me, Eclipse.