he sees himself. his reflection looks the same, but there is a knowing glint in his eye. he knows, arthur realises. he knows exactly the function of a rubber duck.
me, in the year 2040, getting ready for a fancy dinner party, standing in front of my antique gold vanity mirror, wearing a saint laurent f/w 2039 evening gown and cartier diamond earrings, taking a sip of champagne:
what did you learn at school today, honey? :-)
my future child, laying on my king-sized bed with burgundy satin sheets:
not much, in history we talked about the 2016 election. do you remember any of that?
