Accident no.15


Drunk on a bike, I misjudge a corner and the world becomes inexplicable.

I am looking at the pavement with a macro lens – a landscape of tiny pieces of gravel and ring pulls. My mouth hurts. Nervously exploring with my tongue, I find a small stone behind my lips. Picking it from my mouth I see the broken end of a moon-white tooth.

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