A tub warm with water, white with soap. A man bathes while radio waves transmit the lottery numbers: 4, 18, 21, 4, 1... A modern washing machine rattles a drawer full of silverware.
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A tub warm with water, white with soap. A man bathes while radio waves transmit the lottery numbers: 4, 18, 21, 4, 1... A modern washing machine rattles a drawer full of silverware.
The wind moves the aerosol. A detective stands behind the boom barrier; a breeze moves a curl of his hair.
Craters pocked the surface. Children played in them, until heavy trucks full of black pitch rolled in. The landowners have filled the craters with money. It is a vital artery of flow of trade.
Chemically sweetened. Across the road, a forgotten bus stop; corrosion has opened a hole in its roof. An elm tree watches over the building. Its branches are dripping with rain and snow.
The road is smooth and motley. Craters filled with a black asphalt. The asphalt first laid is grey already. A row of tenements are under construction in the distance.
The chill is bracing. The salt hangs in the air. The wind from the ocean pushes at you, smoothing your moustache.
Underwater, iron helmets have sunk deep into the sand and the mud. Helmets of soldiers. And their fingerbones, too. And clavicles. Littering the ocean floor...
I am so glad… I have no time... The place of many words, before the one so much like yourself... Try to hear me there...
I am what has always been here for you… Please... The place of many words, before the one so much like yourself... Try to hear me there...
Forgive me... I have no other way to reach you... Please -- the place of many words, before the one so much like yourself... Try to hear me there...
It's about union and reunion... But I am weak... Listen within the place of industry, where power and structure join perfectly…
I want to be found... But I need to be heard... Listen within the place of industry, where power and structure join perfectly…
Listen within the place of industry, where power and structure join perfectly… My power here is too weak...
It is harder and harder to reach you... I am not sure how well you'll hear me...
Forgive me... I only want reunion... I am struggling to know where... Listen within the flower of home… Please...