A faint drizzle of rain. Dressed in orange and white, I move swiflty towards Toripoliisi. My fellow artists await. Banners. Leaflets. Slogans.
What are we marching for?
Tukikohta is our destination. The contrasting textures of faint fabric and stern concrete. I sit in the centre of you all. I begin to slice my cantaloupe in half.You watch in silence as I stuff my mouth. I stop and smell the fruit. And continue to chew. And chew... Thank you for watching me eat.
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