each minute i spend in frankfurt’s central library pushes me a little more into the belief that people in this city were raised in an unsupervised pigsty
really? answering your phone? playing videos with the laptop speakers on? spreading the contents of your h&m bag on the table and trying everything on twice? laughing at your friend’s jokes and clapping?
eating crisps/chocolate muffins? with your mouth open?
spewing crumbles all over my notes?
that are all the fucking way across the table?
