Excerpt from the Diary of Frank of Albany
Today I met with Ophelia for tea. It's always tea with Ophelia. Sometimes, I think she's trying to follow her namesake and would drown herself in tea if she weren't so damn inept. Anyway, we sat down, and I asked her how she was doing:
"Today, I finally began to understand the stability mongers. I was just so burned out, so tired of everything...I just wanted to say, 'Fuck Bohemia! I want a boyfriend with a car and a job and a dog and a nice apartment where I can go and pretend....no, fuck that, where I can know that the world is going to be ok tomorrow and the buses will still be running.'"
She has never been one for small talk.
"Today, I finally began to understand the stability mongers. I was just so burned out, so tired of everything...I just wanted to say, 'Fuck Bohemia! I want a boyfriend with a car and a job and a dog and a nice apartment where I can go and pretend....no, fuck that, where I can know that the world is going to be ok tomorrow and the buses will still be running.'"
She has never been one for small talk.