you park your car on the nearest sidewalk. pedestrians are on the road because the sidewalk is filled with cars. everyone moves on.
you park your car on the nearest sidewalk. there is no sidewalk. you are in the middle of a vast sunflower field. the road is gone. there is a stork.
you swear you’ve heard this folk song before. your buni insists it’s a different one.
you walk onto the metro with your things. you walk off the metro without your things.
you drive by multiple villages on your way to a city. there are little houses. this house has a stork nest on its roof. the next house has a nest too. the next one. the villages are inhabited by storks.
this construction site has been here for decades now. what are they building? it surely can’t be more blocuri.
an old lady sells you some plums at the market. you reach into your bag to pay, but its empty. you look back up to explain, but the lady has vanished
you must do the sign of the cross two times every time you pass a church. you’ve been doing the sign of the cross for hours now on your way to work/school. your arm is getting tired.
you’re meeting friends of your friends. you ask about their careers. they are in IT. you are in IT. everyone is in IT. why did you ask?
you’re in a roundabout. the car in front of you is heading your way. which direction was the roundabout again? nobody seems to know.
you’re done shitting. or whatever you were doing. you reach for the toilet paper, only to have that familiar pink sandpaper graze your fingers. you shed a single tear.
you can never outrun the stray dogs.
you have a slight headache. your eyes widen in fear. you shakily turn around. your window is open by a crack.
you managed to leave your homeland. “are you russian?”, a stranger asks.
your doctor declares you infertile. you cry, regretting never wearing papuci on your cold kitchen tiles.
“shouldn’t romanian gothic be like, dracula or something?”, someone asks. you hold your breath.
you walk into your friend’s home. they too have a picture of arsenie boca in their living room. arsenie listens in on your conversation. he always does.