He’s even bought a bike. It’s 6 p.m. And he’s on his way back to the apartment. He’s happy, he’s beginning to take control of his life here. In the living room, Tobias is smoking a bubble pipe and tapping away on Otto’s computer. ‘Want some juice, L...
There’s a foul taste in my mouth – a nasty sort of animal taste. Still, it’s better than at night, when I have the aftertaste of other people and their filth. My body is a hindrance. It spreads out on my sheets like a poorly inflated old sack. I try not to touch this sick body too much, too many ...