Marcel Inhoff
Gonyeshk

I take great pride in my letters. I lined my coat with them, for nighttime safety. There is no safety in numbers and no violence that was not caused by loose language. I know this place. They called me possessed when they needed to describe me, but usually my name was enough. Should I take you seriously? the sparrow said, something I will always remember. I will find the sparrow. I don't know where it lives, but the metal sheets of the wharf heat up when it passes. The wood in the walls warps into its direction. I pass by these walls and I kiss this wall and that wall. The pale light dwells within. I didn't think I would return to this place where the people knew me, they still whisper my name: The thief. Go find the moon.

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