Postkort fra 2046: The Listening Pod on the Windowsill
Kære Kasper,
They put one of those little pods on my windowsill. The housing association says it is "for my wellbeing." It listens, apparently. Coughs, falls, lonely silences... I told the woman from the kommune that I have been lonely since Preben died and the pod can be as concerned as it likes, it will not bring him back with a friendly chime.
She laughed. I did not.
It blinks amber when the kettle whistles. Amber. Like a small disapproving uncle on the geranium shelf. I have draped a tea towel over it twice this week and twice somebody from the building has come up to "check the signal." Once it was the new caretaker. Once it was a very polite young man from the company. He had nice shoes and no answers.
The rain in Valby today is the kind that smells like the trams. Bakery moved the rugbrød again. I bought two anyway, out of spite.
Tell your mother I am fine. Tell the pod nothing.
Hilsen fra mormor, B.
P.S. If you visit, bring a heavier tea towel.
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