B-ing B-ing
0.00 27 minutes My moving date was nearing, and my camera stopped working for no apparent reason. On the way back to my hometown where my old camera was kept, I called a few friends. We talked about popular songs, machine life expectancy, and each other’s health. As I cover my blushed cheeks with my hands, the car navigator tells me that it will search for the current location again. Places I saw in my dreams appear and disappear before my eyes, and when I step on a pedal according to
signals on the screen, a white ball suddenly comes upon an artificial grass. Heading back home, I imagine a giant hole in the middle of random landscapes passing by.
