We are travelling somewhere together.
The derivative of the future is Freedom tokens. Everybody wants them. Everybody's gotta have them. What you see there hanging from the lamp post is a golden globe. We have a funky rhythm here in Freiburg, see. Last time we were visited we learned valuable lessons about the essence of freedom. They counted all of our heads. Even the sheeps' heads. Then they asked us to listen to space operettes for about three hours. They taught us the importance of real numbers. And here I had been thinking that all numbers are real. Then they briefly mentioned the imaginary numbers and I got confused.
I picked my teddyfish from the closet. It was the sign of the oxen.
Kathleen, is that you? I remember you from last year at Starlord's cabaret.
Oh my god.
Jennifer's twisted face. Der Spiegelglas. Hands gripping for something. The linear correcting connections. Two guys in a supermarket. Everything we dreamt of. The face of an Asian person. Another one, with a hat, perhaps near Ulan Bator because the hat is furry, or just someone in the middle or Shanghai wearing a fancy hat. Golden scrap pieces, glittering vertically, diagonally. Friendliness and people on bicycles. We are entering Freiburg.
Creative writing by Bmeet
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