Print-out # 012


I was beginning to fear that our friend wouldn’t write again. After a while this copy came through. I was relieved. I long to see the things he sees, wherever he is. Whoever he is.

I had no idea how to utilise this information despite many attempts.

I found #5 on the copier, this time feeling desperate to make contact with my strange friend. Hoping he was ok. I added more ink to the Xerox after some degree of difficulty, not being familiar with the process, all the while praying I wouldn’t crush the fellow. I began nervously glancing at the machine incase… maybe I could see him? hear him inside? But I fled the office at that moment. Why, I couldn’t say. I was just hoping he’d find the ink and nourish himself once more. Oh but how this lost city intrigued me.

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