I am currently considering employment. The desirable location is London -- but there is the cost of living to sit with, not just that, but, the initial accreditation of work. The application form is formulaic. The repetition of name and address inspires pseudonym desires and represses neat handwriting.
I write from the top of a shopping tower, the cafe atop the Suburb Mall of Bristol. The cafe is a square dollop above the place. It is bordered by limply planted boxes and a roof covered in pebbles. The mineral water is gently sparkling, every patron is here is gently baking.
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