I lie in bed swirling as K passes the joint to F one floor above me. I can hear their feet stomping against the floorboards, furniture being knocked around. Stuck in some kind of auditory hell, my ears pick up everything. Brazilian portuguese being slung around like flowers in this pot filled air, it rolls off their tongue, slurring. The next day, 6ft K trots around our house carrying a chilli plant. As demure as he looks, his voice is scratchy like the sound of a crow excitedly showing me the purple fruits of his labour. He tells me how he got into gardening as a small child of 15 in Rio trying to grow weed on his friend’s rooftop.
J is dirty blonde with thick grandmother’s glasses framing her face. She shares a bed and a tiny apartment with F who used to ride show horses back in sweden. “My father is a hunter, he hunts moose and we have bear meatballs for dinner” She tells me as we smoke cigarettes outside a spanish bar in Shoreditch but its midnight and we have to get to a party. The conversation ends with the cigarettes and we don’t see each other until a week later. My physical conversations with J has always been interesting. I hate looking into people’s eyes as they speak (something people in the western world are accustom to) but with J I stare intently as she drawls on about her life back in Scandinavia. This is not my first interaction with the people from the pole. A few weeks before random girl comes up to me and R (who I will introduce after this) and tells us she’s seen us before. Apparently she’s been to some party we were snogging at and thought we were the cutest thing. She asks us if we were a couple which unfortunately we stopped being one a few days after.
R sits at the corner of a pub in Hoxton alone. I am two hours late to meet her but we’ve been planning this collision for weeks. Collision because like comets we were hot and heavy and then nothing. She says she drinks constantly because I’m too pretty and it makes her nervous. This is our first date and later that night we would collide into what we become nothing four months later.