Bremen by Stig Inge

The sewer —
born from a translation mistake.
Words slipping through cracks,
falling into shadows.
Lost in translation.

Two-thousand-and-two.
I was an idiot.
Two-thousand-and-twenty-five.
Still an idiot.
What’s your superpower?

Endless exhaustion.
Life grinding down like stone on bone.
The world.
The people.
The weight of emotions.
All roads lead to the same dead end —
depression.

Only your own reality survives.
The one and only.
A universe locked inside your skull.

Abstract pictures.
Nothing clear,
until clarity hits like cold water.

Bremen.
Grey City.
love.
hate.
end.