Macaron / Luxemburgerli
Tegnap kipattant a fejembĹl leendĹ poszt-cyberpunk narratĂvĂĄm kezdĹ bekezdĂŠse: “Z/s was listening to the sound of the wind, softly screaming and creeping in under the window. He watched a yellow excavator slowly chipping away the reinforced concrete structure that once was the neighbouring office building. A mechanical giraffe feeding on steel straws in the freezing afternoon sun. Little did he know, that only a mile away, in the heart of a concrete building, covered by satellite dishes like mushrooms on a log, a new future was starting to unfold.”
