strange things happen
strange things happen | yesterday there was a yellow card in the mail | unfortunately we couldn´t deliver in person blah blah blah | nonsense of course | i'm always home | but whatever thats not the first time something like that happens | so I cycled over to the post office this morning | the woman already gave me a funny look when I showed my ID | then she came back pulling a big trolley with not one but seven parcels | all flat but super long and wide and also quite heavy | of course I said straight away that there must be a mistake | she asked if i wanted to refuse delivery | and i would have done it | but there was not only my name on it but also the holy loneliness collective | maybe it's something for the band i thought | did one of the others order it and just put my name because i'm always home? >
didn't know how to carry all the stuff at first | went back home and asked till if he could help me | he has one of those bike trailers | he pushed the bike and i walked behind and held the parcels | we were both soaked with sweat when we finally had them in the house | and what was inside? | i didn't get it first | there were these big ugly paintings | i thought it must be some kind of mistake for sure | couldn't be for us | until i saw the plugs dangling out of them | heaters | infrared like the one till bought | seven of them >
of course i was very confused | then i remembered that i had written about it here last time | did someone who reads our newsletter send these? | a fan? | impossible, right? | nobody knows our address | oh shit i have a bad suspicion | but that can´t be | or can it?
