I once laughed with a woman while we were both eating a milkshake. We laughed at the same time, as if over nothing, or perhaps it was over the joy of eating the milkshake together. Maybe it was because we were eating a milkshake with our straws, and the laughter was in recognition of such playful whimsy. We ate the milkshake as we were doing some work on the walls, I can't remember what we were working on. I think we were putting wallpaper on, or taking it off, or maybe we were just making sure the walls were still there.
Grasping for life. Making meaning out of nothing.
She died of dysentery hours later. I had to bury her body in the snow. The Nazis were quickly approaching St. Petersburg, and another story happened, other women, names I forgot, some men too, but who's counting.
Five because one of the related videos is "Space Cases."
What do you mean, I have to microwave this milkshake?
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