The Tenant
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Everything remains as is Each little thing stays where it i ...if I don't fuckin' disturb it! I hate the decisiveness I'm armed with! I can stay out of this place for five months, and I do, go north, way north, or south, way south, or east, way east, or west, way west, what do you care!? You don't! But when I return, open that door, the pencils lie - where they lay... the bed is still made, the computer looks me in the eye with its blind screen I am the news here, in this time gap suddenly pried open I am the news, stepping in, little swirls of air spiralling off my Hermesian feet, tiny flakes of dry skin falling off my meaty totem motion, fluttering like sheets of steel accidentally off an overhead crane at a rolling mill, raising a dusty hell down one kilometer of hall but no one hears the noise All household utensils get on their toes, shy back, motionless ”He's here” © Ingvar Loco Nordin 2023
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