TE20 Migrant Mosaics

Songs for 3:45 am

Accidentally Good

The point of the game is simple: you’re locked in. You need to rifle through the place. What you find, will help you get out. Look everywhere, remember everything. For example, if you stick the bobby pin you found on the ground into the outlet and it short circuits, a back-up lamp will light up red, and a word will appear on the wall, which, if you write into the laptop waiting on the desk, you’ll get a set of numbers as an answer. A date to open the door’s combination lock with. And you’re out. This is the game we play, lying in front of the computer, an online escape game, one round after the next, all night long, almost four thirty. Today, we leave the dark, short-circuited rooms inside each other alone. Today, we’re accidentally happy. If I were to look up at the ceiling and find the date there, I’d switch off the light, so I wouldn’t have to see it yet. These people aren’t even us. What’ll you say about this later? What can I say? I remember everything,

but it’s not worth anything. Nearly morning, past seven, but it’s winter, this is still ours,

see, you can look for me anywhere, I was darkness, I’m passing now.

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