I read the words lilacs blowing across his face glad he brought you, and I looked out into Athens while you drooled on a chez-long behind me. Athens is full of statues but I still can't believe that pepper grows on trees. It seems to me that for days now I keep thinking what if someone was running to meet me and had a heart attack and collapsed and died then and there and I miss edit? And what better time to do that but an indian summer, since it could be any time?I’m still a fool, he wrote on a hotel napkin on which you shed a tear. Literally, like, one day later he was under a buggy at the beach, dead! Then a teenager cut and pasted a picture of his pensive ass face looking out into New York, and a slapped a quote that doesn't belong to him under it on Microsoft Paint, and the first meme was created. Years later neatly indexed to theInternet. The cliche is that older people look back and younger ones are gnawing down on the edges of the world. But all I care about is how they'd like to take you away from me. So naturally, I called in an umpire, who concluded that there are rumours of a gold rush again. Oh baby, this is a crusade! Because tundras melt and turn into ice-cream, we must not look back.This morning nobody went for a run. Asphalt is just pebbles and tar and warm weather. In my dream I walked down a long avenue only to realize that you were the avenue. What makes a street a boulevard nobody knows. I just lose grip as the boiler cold starts and its noise fills the room. Boulevards are astringent with objects. Wouldn't it be easier to fill cities with tennis courts?
Excerpt from text by Artun Alaska Arasli.
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