Within the first ten minutes towards freedom he rides back to his workplace to drop off the keys which had been mistook. Das Investment holds a cold one or two. Migrant workers, with their first coffees, they manifest the rules of their fatherland. German moustaches still asleep, he is all cowboy about the phone in his pocket.

眼高手卑

To wish to return

Our wish to return

Wish for the first time

Weather

I will remember

 Idly I sit at my desk with a pencil in hand which I start to tap against the linoleum desktop. a syncopated beat: tata-ta-tata-ta-tatatatatatata. 

This transports me back to 1994: sunny and foreign beach, white sand.

 when you drop the cigarette butt like the mic

born, not made

 Graffito

By the ocean of my weathered wallet, I said my existence is written on the margins, that, like theirs, it can be read in scribbles.

Youth of future, bury those memories in yous hearts.