The Party by Bo Burnham (excerpt)
Only after that drunken late-night congress
had dispersed
and the music had stopped and the walls had caught their breath
and the smug fog of dialogue had condensed on the empty glasses,
only then did I notice how unhappy you were.
Only after that drunken late-night congress
had dispersed
and the music had stopped and the walls had caught their breath
and the smug fog of dialogue had condensed on the empty glasses,
only then did I notice how unhappy you were.