The Opiate, Winter Vol. 12
Kafka and Campari (Part I) Christoffer Felix Wahlberg
If nothing happens, it is not a story… x I pour myself a glass of Campari and consider taking ice from the freezer but I don’t. Campari with ice is for good moments. Warm and bitter Campari is for moments like these, when you’ve lost something important. I need a better distraction. x You left me over soup. Not because of it but during it. While I was ignorantly slurping away, listening to the radio announcing the coming of the rain. “I am leaving...” you said, got up, and were gone before the soup was cold. I haven’t left the kitchen of our Paris apartment since. I need a better distraction.
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