3 or the landing, the sleeping, the epiphany. dirty souls in a dirty city.
Phonzo has never been finicky.
You might have been a fussy kid for a very short period of time, with the usual whims about seafood and tomato’s peel, but that was all. Luckily, you were already quite close to be a ready-to-life kind of young adult by the time you moved to Londinium. And you needed to in order to face some of the hard truths.
One of them being, for example, that Londinium is no city for clean people, no matter what they think or say or earn. The roots of this metropolitan city are nasty, the soul of this capitalist stronghold is filthy, rotten veins pulse putrefied blood in its garbage-based organism. All the full starred refreshment centres for haleness and sanctuary reasons would be potentially closed in countries which are perhaps not as civilised, but definitely more humane.
You didn’t know that though. Not yet. Not when you landed in the middle of the night and got the Cylinder towards the southern dam of the waterway. There, you were welcomed by Fritz and his lady friend, who were potentially shagging between the same sheets in which you were going to have your first sleep in Londinium (because people tend to do very weird shit when they’re twenty and far away from their procreators home). Fritz, in fact, was a friend of Luchino, who was a friend of yours, who were going to spend a couple of nights in Luchino’s room, who was not in the city and left his keys to Fritz in order to let you walk into the flat without having to force the entrance door or stuff like that.
So, here we are, inside the first Londinium-style room you’ve ever seen. There wasn’t much to see anyway. There was just enough space for you to stand up. The luggage had to go on top of the wardrobe. At least, being an object, it wasn’t going to consume the little breathable air left in the room. In spite of it all, you tried to make yoourself comfortable in the bed and have a look around. It wouldn’t have taken that long anyway.
At first glance, all you could see was entropy. The wardrobe was vomiting clothes, very fashionable clothes, even though most of the (dirty?) undergarments were framing the huge television stuck between the bed and the wall, decorating the floor and topping up all the mishmash ruling on the chest of drawers. A better glance, would’ve revealed the treasures hidden in that mayhem. An originally Superman-patterned teddy bear was now patched and bootlegged with other bears whose remains where decorating the summit of that piece of furniture. Next to it, a couple of credit cards were supposedly whitened by one of the most famous powder in the globe. You were experiencing all of that while talking at the phone with your procreators, who were eager to hear your voice, as they’ve always been since 199X. Once the phone call has ended, you put your indispensable portable gadget on the bedside table. Doing so, you couldn’t avoid not to open those two drawers that were hiding underneath it. Curiosity killed the cat, but the cat has always had nine lives. The first drawer contained just random emotionless tools, but the tools stored in the second one, mate, were quite something. A collection of dildos. Different colours, different shapes. You have never seen so many of them all in once, probable you’ve never seen one at all, and now you had the chance to even touch them. So, cool, one more tick on the list, or maybe two. That and the realisation that Londinium has definitely changed Luchino.
Having a shower was the only thing you were able to think about the next morning. The room looked nicer with the daylight as the rest of the flat did too. The side in which you could access at least, which was the stairs, the tiny kitchen and the bathroom. The latter had something special you couldn’t yet understand, it was touching your guts someway, but how? You rinsed your face to wake fully up, brushed your teeth and jumped in the bath. The uncanny cold water froze your body, your eyes were scanning the brownish surroundings, your soul elevated above the current living plane. You were having an epiphany. From that moment on, in order to live a better life, you should’ve lowered your sanitary expectations. And so you did.
Once ready, you went out to meet Luchino. Your soul a little dirtier and ripened.