Svetlana + Belmont

Leaving Tate Modern

We weren't together so it really doesn't matter, but for the record (since you're being nosy), I fucked Jenny Verona twice while I was separated from my wife.  Once before the Asteroid Apocalypse.  A second time after she defected from Soldiers for Christ.  I was all alone with a pocketful of SpeXgra-3.  You were in London at the time, sending me these obnoxiously beautiful e-postcards from the British Museum, National Gallery, and Tate Modern with your old smart glasses even though we hadn't seen each other in twelve years.  This was how I discovered through trial and error that I still loved you, that I had always loved you, almost against my will.