Torfdoen

I'm sitting in a café in Rome and order the number sixteen because it's very expensive and I remember having ordered and liked something similar before. The waiter brings an orange liquid, places it on the table and stands in wait,...

The pale red evening sky is reflected in the water. The sun hangs like a white ball of embers over the black, contourless mountains. No carefree pink, no youthful blue at their edges. Everything blends together. Orange, green, purple. The water....