TE15 Lithuanian Honey Cake

Undinė Radzevičiūtė


After such a night, what can morning bring? I pour myself some Chinese chrysanthemum tea. The chrysanthemums are these small, curly feathers. They smell of cemeteries even if they should smell of China. So it seems to me, at any rate.

Now, how to kill that cemetery scent? Perfume? With the aroma of cookies, pink grapefruits or tomatoes?

I spray myself with the fragrance of red roses. They’re fragrant, at least until I manage to breathe in and out three times. After that, the rosy aroma disappears and now my body gives off the scent of god-damned lilies and tuberoses.


Today, I’m observing the faces of people I meet: there’s not a trace of the falling asteroid in any of them.



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