Dionysus
by Eulàlia Comas
I sat in a café somewhere in Lower Manhattan and wrote down my thoughts in a stream-of-consciousness way. I was also eavesdropping on the two women sitting next to me as they had a conversation about their lives. From what I could gather, it had been some time since they had last seen each other. Their conversation slowly began to find its way into my writing, and vice versa. Just kidding, they had no idea I was...
I sat in a café somewhere in Lower Manhattan and wrote down my thoughts in a stream-of-consciousness way. I was also eavesdropping on the two women sitting next to me as they had a conversation about their lives. From what I could gather, it had been some time since they had last seen each other. Their conversation slowly began to find its way into my writing, and vice versa. Just kidding, they had no idea I was writing their words down. What follows is a transcription of the amalgamation of my thoughts and their words.
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