Jelly cup race begins, jelly cups don't stick like they're supposed to, Anna and I resort to smooshing jelly directly onto glass windows, peak-hour northbridgers look on in bemusement, some interact. Re-assessing, we pop out each little jelly onto its foil wrapper and arrange on floor under light. The little coloured entities glow and glisten. It is a jelly community. We arrange the jelly town, social politics are played out in our hands. We are sticky, so is the space, it is all rather phallic, and hopefully there is not an ant infestation tomorrow...
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