“You can fucking lead a horse to water but you can’t make him think— skit! Duva! Herregud! are you that fucking obtuse?”
Jörn!
... I was really expecting Willem
so, for a drunk-ish moment I am misfiring
I have to say out loud,
“Jörn?” into the phone
just to be sure as .... it’s been awhile ....since ....I have actually heard —much— from him
as if at all, but who’s keeping track?
“I thought you were Willem,” I say .... because I am not prepared for ....Jörn —and stall for words of what to even say
I sink into the desk seat still feeling the affects of that proof .... and have to unzip my hoodie feeling suddenly feverish .... sorry now for my cloudy ability to ....
“I see you’ve found the vodka,” I hear him say, and so it is his voice into my ear that seems to bewilder the senses with its distinct, dry potency
much like slow-mo, I look up at the cameras and realize I’m under his microscope
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