InteriorsInteriorsFoto 24Reading: Open fileReadingOpen fileNeed to knowMy clearancePreview cardDistrictsParty AlleyPossible conversations33'It is the tenant's responsibility to dispose of their own rubbish.'Lines1'Swimming lessons w/ Paulo', 'Bin day is now BIWEEKLY', 'PARAKEETS 4 SALE'Lines1"Operant. Something big is happening, isn't it?"Lines1,133A familiar flash of red catches your eye.Lines1A mid-range stereo system, set to standby mode.Lines1A sense of malignant mystery emanates from the fax machine.Lines1As you press down on the intercom button, a little light comes on.Lines166Bagman gestures wildly on the television screen. This is the ad for the Reality Situation you've seen before.Lines62Beyond fogged glass, the bustle of the city.Lines1Dishes. Recently washed.Lines1I once knew a spy.Lines74It's never off. PSEUDOPOD has already absorbed a lifetime's worth of daytime TV.Lines1More conversations 21Nearly-identical sets of shirts and trousers, ironed and folded.Lines1One of the fuses is held together with a coin.Lines1Precarious stacks of 'HOLIDAY CARDS 97, PRE-ORDER'Lines1PSEUDOPOD, you presume.Lines1She spends slow afternoons rearranging the postcards under glass.Lines1Shelves stacked by a hoarder, then labelled by an obsessive.Lines1Something is rooting through the bin in the alley below.Lines1The beaded curtain neatly splits public and private spheres.Lines1The door is still bolted shut from the inside.Lines16The fax machine hums faintly. A single sheet sits in the tray, edges curled like a beckoning finger.Lines151The magic box hums its secret tune. In a dark Novessa sub-basement, your controller answers.Lines1,246The stereo is right where you left it.Lines151The toilet seat is up.Lines1This is the door you came in from. Muffled voices rise from the shop below.Lines1This was originally a photo developing lab, but you may twist it to suit your needs.Lines1Three posters stare back at you from the wall. A watchful triad, ready to creep into your midnight's hour.Lines60You approach your double. A faint line of drool darkens the sheet.Lines586You have already engaged in model train repair and improvised weapon manufacture here. There is nothing else to do at the workbench.Lines226You return to the desk. Everything is right where you left it, including the pack of Suprema 100s.Lines420You return to the folded pants.Lines50You return to the rack.Lines92Other interiorsCommunist HQFogged MirrorGonzo ClinicSafe HouseMy accountContribute
