The man next to me flips patiently and attentively through a classic multi-tentacle penetration manga magazine, while sitting right next to me. I am waiting for him to show me a particular good alien-schoolgirl combination, but unfortunately he lets me make up my own mind as I look over his shoulder.

Across from me a women mumbles what must be a song, because it picks up melody at irregular intervals… she then shouts a line and goes back to mumbling as if tired by the sudden effort. Or she is trying to re-interpret the song for us, making it easier for us by highlighting the significance of the shouted parts.

There is also a man with bizarrely structured limbs, that belies the power of prose as I have no idea how to describe their composition.

I get off at Jordan, while a bunch of students stays on - together with the rest of the circus. It seems my residence is not as edgy as I thought it was; there are students who are keeping it much more real than me.