Jaezae (Tucan Discos) — 5/8 Radio #262
“Garin, are you really going to stare out the window the whole way?” Valentina asked. Oleg said nothing. Outside the taxi, carrying them away from the station, the landscape drifted by: old wooden cottages in villages with curious names, the bare branches of an autumn forest, peeling paint on the railings of bridges spanning rivers with reed-choked banks. He imagined what it might be like to remain here as the concrete-and-brick skeleton of a long-abandoned motor depot. To be slowly covered in profane graffiti and ivy. To become a refuge for lizards and field mice. A silent witness to…
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