Isn’t it hideous? I mean, just look at it. The characterless
suburban setting, the wife who looks like she lives for tedious suburban dinner
parties with robots who wax enthusiastic about the relative merits of Volvos
and Audis, the guy with a sub-executive hairstyle and a chain store sweater
which can’t wait to get onto the golf course where it belongs, the pristine
furniture which has about as much soul as a squashed slug, the token books and
pictures, the immaculately painted door with the B&Q doorknob, the floral
cushion to represent nature in its wilder aspect, the grey and sickly smiles
which speak volumes for the emptiness of tram line comfort… And nothing of any
real value anywhere.
Why do they insist on showing me things like this? Is it because
I don’t matter?
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