thursday, 4th november
It is possible to get seasick on the road her house is off. Where she lives is her house, and her history in this place trails her like a veil of trenchant tendrils, thus she lives in a historic mansion at the hub of the nation's independence. The other tenants know that they occupy the upper stories, and she the ground floor. It is an appartment over the sewerage outlet. It also borders the sea. The ground floor flat has patio doors and a garden that runs to the beach wall. It is a midgey appartment and the midgey overbridge practically scratches its back. So what? After the skeleton, isn't the life in the doing. Yes and she is history, damn, it's salty. You can breathe and smile in this place continuous as a dream. She does. Smile means that you know what this is. Smile means you can wake up tomorrow.
This is a description of ketchup. Which is how it feels when you are seasick on the way to her house. Ketchup. You have turned off the tarmac and you are not smiling.
I think you are listening just fine.
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