In this flat, you can glide through three spaces before hitting a wall
An old flatmate recently tagged me in a picture he’d rediscovered, presumably via that most sadistic of all social media features, Timehop.
For the uninitiated, Timehop conjures up old posts from the depths of the internet, suggesting we might like to reminisce, when it knows full well we’d rather archive all cringey and painful memories to the darkness of our subconscious. Timehop won’t allow an acquaintance – one where the relationship has drawn to a halt in real life – to continue in silence on social media, until the point where defriending each other can be seen as natural.
Related: Generation rent: why I’ll never live in a soundproofed two-bed
Continue reading...