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Explain These Remotes

April 30, 2014

First stop. Yamagata. Got off the bus. The street had flat screens. The guard man said they had the biggest can machine in the world. He seemed to be awfully proud of it. Couldn’t find it.
Looked for the man all over the Game Centre. It turned old timey.
Bowling, drumming, hundreds of vending machines.
The small, round, 85 year old man met us in an upper room full of bunk beds. I asked if everyone slept there.
“A tiny fraction of us,” he said.
He left the door remotes in our hands. I panicked. Repeated over and over that I, “can’t explain these remotes! Can’t explain them! Can hardly use them! Can’t explain them!”
He was gone.
The lady with the see-through sheet’s see-through sheet was covered in blood so it wasn’t see-through. I filled her eye-holes and toe-holes with tissue paper and ran.

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