'The bathroom had pink tiles. That was one thing. Another thing, I told them, was a squat, oblong window above the sink. Too squat to let a body through, but enough to let the Buenos Aires songs come in, and keep coming in. It was a Tuesday night. I remember because as I was pissing, a guy was walking by outside on the other side of the wall, and he was singing, 'Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, oh Saturday night is over.' I heard him like he was right next to me. The window was just above my head and had no flyscreen or glass or anything. I remember because I was drunk and I thought, That at least is true, because it is Tuesday and so Saturday night is over. It is true like so very few things are.' (Publication abstract)
