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My fingers feel differentas if they had grown bigger overnightI keep hitting the wrong keys
I am sorry if there are any spelling mistakes here ┬──┬ ノ( ゜-゜ノ)
The package has arrived
The mosquito net is fantastic!＼(＾▽＾)／
Yesterday I lay under the net, through the loops and through my window I watched the mountain for five minutes,
the yellow fog poisoning it,
the floodlight over the stadium,
then I fell asleep.
It was so nice to meet you!
Before we drove to the drive-in, you said
you would recognize the face of an emperor in the mountain.
I rememberin the parking lot with a drink in your hand, you then said:
"I see the look of the emperor whenhis pride in the endless expanse of conquered territories slowly fades
and he becomes nauseousas he lies down,
from the smell of the bloodstained dust,
while a flag is waving in the wind."
༼;'༎yy ༎yy༽
Since you said that, I see Napoleon every day.
Since you said that, the scar on my hand is slowly fading from red to pink.
On the hand with which I type these messagesand eatand held the rifle and
Wait! think something fell overI'm going to take a look.
( -_-) ︻デ═⼀' * (/'o')/
Okay.
I'm standing in my grey skirt
Upstairs looking for anything out of place.
I'm spinning in circles in the atticand bump into this f@#$%& thing from the heating boiler.
I black out and hold onto a chair.
You know who sat in that chair before?
Anyway.
I focus again and see a small, still bundle of fur in front of me.
I get down on my knees and see: It's a bat.
I think it's dead. But it's not dead.
It’s lying on the ground.
A terrain where it doesn't belong.
I have the taste of iron in my mouth.
Or blood. I spit in my hand.
But there is no blood. I open all the windows.
I don't even know how it got in there.
Suddenly, the animal straightens up in slow motion.
Stands up and asks me to pick it up. ヽ(~_~(-_- )ゝ
Studies show that sensing the environment by sound waves encourages avoidance,
while sensing the environment by sight encourages attack.
The chances of an attack seem minimal to me.
I pick her up and seegrey dots on her fur that roughly represent the map of Europe.
Out of my hand she flies to the ceiling.
I wonder if I should close the windows again.
Or what would be a good next step.
While the bat slowly arranges its body parts, stretches its wings and makes sounds I can't hear,
the rain that pelts against the roof, which quickly increases in speed,
gets louder and louder.
Anyway.
With you it is now 6 o'clock in the morning.
When you wake up, you'll have 92 new messages from me.
What I actually wanted to tell you is:
yesterday I read Napoleon's letters to his wife Joséphine.
He writes to her mainly about military successes, his feelings and the weather.
In one, he compares his conquests in Europewith her conquest of him.
I found the letterwhich Napoleon wrote
when his pride in the endless expanse of conquered territories is slowly fading.
and he becomes nauseousas he lies down.
"A lot of blood was shed yesterday. I have 60-70,000 prisoners,
more than 90 flags and 200 cannons.
For three days the weather has been very nice,
but I am almost dead from fatigue.
I feel a serious illness coming on.
I hope that soon I will be able to embrace you in my arms,
completely I want to wrap you in kisses as hot as if they were born under the equator.
I am in bed. Bonaparte"
And now I can't remember where we met...
But I see a senseless green meadow.
And a hill where we can't go any further.
It's good to get no further
In a place before the conquests,
over which a bat flies in the sun.