Madrid is Melancholy

Madrid is Melancholy
A Spaceship on Rocky Ground

Sunday, November 14

Pachinko

I am not of pachinko. Though I am here. It's a big room, vast room. Large enough that the people think they're in many rooms with unique decor. They think we play the balls, when we are the balls being played. From most spots you can see how the balls end up. Only, from which direction did they come? There's no knowing when you can't tell which ricochet caused the ricochet that you saw last. Can we trace it? Do the movements add up to the results? In the room, no one person can ever know.

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PostPunk in Bathroom

PostPunk in Bathroom
1990