to be honest / aug 26
To be honest, it wouldn’t be August if it didn’t come with a grand and seismic change. I won’t lie to you, but I’ve tried something like this before. In 2024, right at the end of the summer, after we moved here but before anything had been confirmed with my contracts. I applied for a job at a hotel in a part of the city that was too far away for me to easily get to. I was interviewed by an Italian mother of three who lived even further away. She offered me the job on the spot, and I said yes after a day. I was just out of a relationship. I didn’t tell anyone. It was a professional affair, but one that was made by the mismatch in sexual rhythm. I still wanted to be seen as an academic, and this was something I wasn’t really ready to let go. There was a great deal of personal weight and meaning put in terms like ‘lecturer’. I had a place in the world and also I didn’t fuck with the Holiday Inn Uniform. It wrapped weirdly around my legs. I couldn’t walk how I wanted to. I was...