Postkort fra 2046: The Rent and the Tattoo Gun
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the gun downstairs has been going since nine. it's a sleeve, apparently. someone's whole arm. i can hear it through the floor like a small dentist who never gets tired, and the cancelling-film on the window is doing its best but the film is from 2042 and you can see the waveform shimmering at the edges when it gives up. so can i. i keep almost finishing this podcast edit and then not finishing it.
rent went up again. not a lot. enough. the landlord sent it through the municipal mediator like that softens it. it doesn't. the mediator is just a polite face on the same number.
i had a dream last night that you came back for a weekend and we walked to enghave and the park was the same and we were the same and i woke up and the gun was already going.
berlin still treating you alright? send a picture of your fridge. i want to know what real adults stock. i have oat milk and one onion.
going to deliver this edit if it kills me. it might.
skriv tilbage. seriously.
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