Purple Rain

When she came to, she was still in the cave. Simon McBurney was there. He was dancing with Werner Herzog. There was a clever young academic with them called Alice, who had managed to nail her hedonism such that she produced more papers than any one else in the department. She researched children who hallucinate during mathematics classes. Jen didn’t like her. But she liked Mr McBurney and Mr Herzog very much. She had watched all of Mr Herzog’s films and had developed an interest in Mr McBurney’s theatre group, even writing to him to encourage him to take The Master and Margarita-I’m-not-a-pizza to Gabon. Unfortunately Mr McBurney had been too busy. But watching him now, bopping and grooving among the stalagmites with Mr Herzog, she felt she could forgive him.

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