the following day

i took as much time as i could and and returned everything i could. There were many things lying around the house, food, records, tape, lights and other things left over. I helped clean up and discovered an unopened bag of fruit jellies on the window sill. Inside the sill i found bed linen, just lying there clean and pristine. Alan came downstairs from the top floor where he’d been having sex with an unnamed woman in the corridor. after drinking water, perhaps coffee i left the house, waving goodbye to the man whose name i cannot remember, curiously all i can remember he had a Ducatti road bike, but nothing else apart from a serious belief in the racist work of Eysenck… what happened to these people, to this life?