ME/NA/SA FUTURISMS MENASA FUTURISMS :: 2 - Page 20

Chapter 2.   Aladdin fumbles for his keys as he reaches the door, sore  from the subway station rush, where all the air is the same air that's gone through the lungs of every dejected loser on the subway without a job.   And sure, maybe he'd hoped people would recognise his face so he rode round twice, but God he's gained weight, and his t-shirt says 'falafels half price,' It's not like even he can recognise the guy who stands full height at five foot five in the mirror on his bathroom wall.  That's when he tries to suck in his gut, find a compromise between age and memory.  But it's not enough to try. He stops forcing his stomach into places it won't fit, fishes his phone out his pocket, goes down to sit, opens tinder and keeps swiping right.