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I've been here just about a month--today's the end of the fourth week, according to the sheet of paper I've been marking days on.
Dorian was absolutely no help when I went to see her yesterday. The price she wanted for a way out was too much for me, even after she made an attempt to compromise. She said she'd be happy to give me a key for my memories of V. When I pointed out that I'd be completely lost back in London if I didn't know who he was, she shrugged and offered to lower her price a bit--to all my memories of V as a person rather than simply an idea.
I would have gone back home knowing who he was and what he did, and knowing vaguely that we had interacted (otherwise, how would I have been there to pull the train lever?), but everything else? Gone. No dancing, watching old films, wandering through the Shadow Gallery and looking at the art...and very little of this place, beyond shreds of memories about flowers and opera houses and reading alone.
I told her no, thank you, and left.
I suppose I'll be tallying the two-month mark soon enough.
Dorian was absolutely no help when I went to see her yesterday. The price she wanted for a way out was too much for me, even after she made an attempt to compromise. She said she'd be happy to give me a key for my memories of V. When I pointed out that I'd be completely lost back in London if I didn't know who he was, she shrugged and offered to lower her price a bit--to all my memories of V as a person rather than simply an idea.
I would have gone back home knowing who he was and what he did, and knowing vaguely that we had interacted (otherwise, how would I have been there to pull the train lever?), but everything else? Gone. No dancing, watching old films, wandering through the Shadow Gallery and looking at the art...and very little of this place, beyond shreds of memories about flowers and opera houses and reading alone.
I told her no, thank you, and left.
I suppose I'll be tallying the two-month mark soon enough.