As soon as you enter
my apartment, you will
lobby. The century-old
man in his seat is
evidence of what elders
say is a pathetic sort,
often called a strong
mentally ill artist.
The foundation, seated
with his body bent, is
behind the reception.
If he paints an acrylic
building, greeting visitors,
it will collapse. Today,
answering phones is
when they don't ring.
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