TE20 Migrant Mosaics

Márton Simon

Chemicals

She doesn’t write me anymore. This is so simple, that the mathematical parallels used in the vernacular are too complicated in comparison. This is the contraction of unnecessary bonding in the language. That there’s the sun. All love means is standing there and not knowing what to do. There’s a spot in the ocean that’s closer to space than any shore. The story breaks here, we can only say one thing: according to some sources, that night, a fox stole into his tent and chewed off his lips while he slept. After that, all he could whisper was “snow.” In my dreams, a dark and insufferable figure breaks things. I’m that figure. Once, someone stood in front of him, which scared him and woke him up, so that afterwards he could only try to fall back asleep in vain, because for a long time, he had saved a sentence just for her: you’re beautiful, like two knives. 148