So much for glasnost.
someone asks a pointed q about their south african mining company shareholder
making my first mistake by neglecting to seize the chance to praise investment bankers and heap ridicule on the short work hours and Lilliputian ambition of commercial bankers
got it confused with a word that means curvaceous lmao
I lived in a sweet state of torpor devoid of any thought of past or future
They’d join our table, hoisting one butt cheek onto the stool as if unsure whether to stay or go and chuck a desultory chip or two onto their box, emitting a sigh of defeat.
I began to focus small on the green baize in front of my nose, drifting towards a meditative space as I played like an automaton, on endless repeat, my emotions effectively cauterised.
