
"Vous avez lu l'histoire, De Jesse James"
Its a rare moment. The location is a coffee shop on Bricklane, East London and Clyde is reading a broadsheet newspaper magazine on a Sunday morning. His world is reminscant of a yoghurt as he is wired after being up all night. He's just refueled as he waits for Bonnie to return from the toilet to do the same on the sly.



Leaving the vintage clothes shop, they walk around the back streets towards a green space near Arnold Circus. The brickwork looks and feels like sponge. Neither can tell what year it is, as beings and people appear to wear what looks like period garments.

They reach the open space, just a stones throw away from Columbia Road, Bethnal Green. They stare at the sky and take photos of each other. Clyde, his perception of colour radically enhanced to notice pigments and detail, is compelled to find just how many different shades of green there are. Bonnie talks about how she changed when she was eighteen years old. They both notice the curious features to the park, not knowing if they are real or not. An hour and a half goes by as they contemplate, embrace and chat in the September sun. The final stage of the experience is approaching. Now the architecture of the minds starts to be retained to a stage where they can walk longer distances that could be easily done in a normal state of mind. Clyde has a much needed cigarrette and then pulls out some chewing gum; an essential neccesity at this stage. They start to make there way back to Bonnie's house.

Now in Bonnies bedroom, Clyde is intruiged by the shear abstraction of objects that Bonnie has in her room and how different they are in this state. The space feels out of scale as he offere Bonnie more chewing gum and they open a can of pop to share. They start to embrace, of which develops and goes on for 2 more hours. Clyde has a ciggarrette out of the window.
And the soundtrack to this day;
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