On this day I. and I went for a walk to the parks. It was a very hot day, as had become usual. We turned right out the door, and then right again at the major road. There we saw this sign. I don't hold out much hope for poor Meatball.
Some way down the main road we came to a small traffic island, of sorts. A number of tall pines grew, among shrubs, dirt, a lost footpath and a bench. The island was larger than most, but too small for a park, and aside from the path and bench had no concessions to human visitors.
We sat on the bench. It seemed like it needed to function.
Wolfgang Voigt on tour next month.
The parks have never been more dead.
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