♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪In Oslo, it's warm and people walk through the city,quietly, like friendly zombies,like a sleeping army, a secret rhythm,a sudden...sticks.A slow-burning flame of safety lies at the heart.We can feel it, but cannot find it.In and out, between us,a thin silver trail of broken glassstitches us to the ground, reflecting us.Cut and run,the city windows covered with cardboard and wood panels.Oslo Oedipus.Oslo Oedipus.Oslo Oedipus.I am Oslo Oedipus.I am Oslo Oedipus.Lindton Foddy
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