Light patterns
Flashing pink notes, quite hysterical, written here and there—‘THINGS TO DO’, ‘THINGS NOT TO DO’—all over yellow Post-Its. I’ve never thought of them as threatening, rather funny instead. Antonio and I had never met. He had left me his house keys after hours chatting on the phone, a few interviews; more questions, I’d say. Probably…
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