Yesterday, I was smoking a cigarillo in my bathtub with the lights out, treating* the room with Chopin from a stereo perched perilously close to the water…
In the bathtub, a little rhyme occurred to me:
In the darkness, there’s a light:
a cigarette burning in the night…
and with that, welcome to the understated, hush-hush, yet nevertheless significant relaunch
of dead flies, orchestrated, heh heh, from my bathtub.
* The wonderful German word “beschallen”, is, according to Leo, translated as “to treat with sound”