My moving date was nearing and my camera stopped working for no apparent reason On the way back to my hometown where my old camera was kept I called a few friends We talked about popular songs machine life expectancy and each others health As I cover my blushed cheeks with my hands the car navigator tells me that it will search for the current location again Places I saw in my dreams appear and disappear before my eyes and when I step on a pedal according to signals on the screen a white ball suddenly comes upon an artificial grass Heading back home I imagine a giant hole in the middle of random landscapes passing by
