We are all here, waiting for the event to start – me, you, people from years ago, like Maxine, and a bunch of folk I know from Twitter, like Christo and Taryn.
What is this event? Music? Movie? Party – what? I don’t know.
Is this the Sunny Park mall in PREToria – but aren’t we in Ballito now?
Why is Maxine wearing a giraffe’s hoofs? How do her feet fit in them? And why did she arrive in a car with three wheels that needs a deodorant can to hold its boot open?
So many questions.
Christo and Taryn are silent. Like ghosts: here, but just out of sight – I can remember them being here just a minute ago, but I can’t see them anymore. I shout out for them, but I am alone.
Where is everybody? What, even, is real?
And why can’t I sleep?
I don’t like ‘here’.
Please go to sleep.
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