
The Ego Suite
My friends just came back from an ‘unbelievable’ holiday. They couldn’t stop talking about it and how much fun they had when I met them for dinner. My partly jealous but mostly apathetic ears heard them but barely listened. I however realized, notwithstanding my lack of attention, there was something consistent in their insipid description of what they called wanderlust. All they were talking about was the hotel that they stayed in. How they were ‘looked after’ by the staff,