bad bohemian

"You said! You said this world was losing all it's lustre." 
"I said this world was losing all its lust, er. I stuttered. And don't hold me to everything.  I say a lot."
"You do say a lot. You should be careful. You realise each day you're growing old?"
"Noted. But what is age but a number. What I'm interested in is the future, the one that stretches out there between us. You know only you can decide if you want it to be cold. Ah, here are our flapjacks."
Masego and Manuela picked up their knives and forks. "You're such a bohemian," said Masego.  And they started to eat. THE END

This picture and story was inspired by Sea Power's song ​​Bad Bohemian off the album Let The Dancers Inherit The Party.