It is 03:10. The world is shaking: rap music is playing in the television. Antti and Tomi are both asleep on large leather couch. Today, we were on the maker faire. The amount of 3D printers we saw has drained us. There was no other food than macaroni and frozen vegetables. But at least we have discovered an ability to be invisible to the typical Maker Faire visitor. No exploration today, only the Cirkulacija 2 vortex and baby water baths.
It is 03:30. Eighties Estonian synthpop is playing on the PA. Tomi is luxuriously sleeping on a brown velvet armchair. Baby water is still flowing. Our fish fell to the floor. I wonder if the original fish is safe? Nobody is answering the phone in our studio. All the booze has drained into The Pit. And it is repeating. We are the last people at a noise gig. The museum will be gone tomorrow, as will Antti. We worked on Sunday. We did not even go into the fish worshipping church. We will all go to Hell. But The Pit will persist.
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