Tag: hanging

As I write this, bear in mind two things: a) our heating is broken. It’s currently about 5 degrees (40F) in my room; my breath is condensing and I can’t feel my nose, fingers or anything below the waist, and b) I haven’t had sex in a while now. So I am cold and frustrated and the owner of a penis. [If this is all 'too much information' and you find yourself reeling, you certainly shouldn't visit Lilu's blog.] Now…

It’s been a month since I was last alone. Solitary in that naked-in-your-room-listening-to-loud-music kind of way. First I was in the Faroes for three weeks. And then, for the past week, I had a case of the Americans. Noisy Americans. Young Americans that run circles around my tired, old bones. Even during the few times I’ve found myself alone in my room the sound of their raucous laughter and singing always seemed to find its way to my bedroom But……