I watched American Beauty [] last night for about the tenth time. In its honour, I keep thinking that I should try to write about one thing that I find beautiful every day. Tonight I went to see 2001: A Space Odyssey at the Curzon Mayfair. My mother rang me during the intermission to ask me if I’d found a job yet. She worries. I reassured her that I had some freelance stuff going on. While I was on the phone, I glanced up at the sky. It was pale blue, with whisps of white shot through it. Across it was the jetstream of an aircraft. It picked up the light and shone like a laser.
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