An orange cardigan for an orange day.
Yellow bracelets for summer - but then again
we don't have winter here. What we do have
are sunny days with not an aim in mind -
an idyll paradise of frantic ineffeciency
and urgent inspiration. Butterfiles that are ignored over
and over again by sheer bad luck.

Indeed this is a luckless place, and we
are a luckless people. But since we have orange cardigans
and yellow bracelets - for the all-year-round
summer - we can count our remaining days in silence and
joy, on the balcony of the apartment
which our father lent us.