ONE: Recently I attended a screening of David Lynch’s 1997 movie “Lost Highway”. On my way back to the tube station, I walked past a woman who was a kind of doppleganger of me. She was about ten years older, and her hair was not quite as brightly coloured as mine, but it was still pretty red / pinkish. She was exiting the station, I was entering it.
TWO: Later that evening at a queer venue I was introduced to a younger trans woman who had the same nickname as a work colleague. Said colleague of mine is cisgender, but she has a similar look to this girl, and their hair and eye colour and clothing was more or less the same. She didn’t say much and seemed bored.
SENTENCE IN PLACE OF AN ENDING: The main problem I had that night was that I was not as drunk as I wanted to be.