Intercepted Rongovian Radio Transmission

[Scrolling through radio stations, white noise and fleeting sound-snippets of crass commercials and soft rock. The guy in the passenger-seat stares out of his window from behind smudged spectacles at the rushing trees. He closes his eyes and the morning sun strobes fantastic patterns onto the backs of his eyelids. There is nobody driving. ‘Kochia’ … Continue reading Intercepted Rongovian Radio Transmission

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