Commons (8,10) (phantasma)

The warehouse keeps two rows of neon lights always on. Even during the night, when all the work is over. Once the palettes have been stacked, depending on the time of the next day delivery.


As the hours go by, the humidity melts a minimum amount of synthetic glue, which was by accident slipped among the multiple layers of the cargo.


The double metallic door of the vehicle opened and the ramp lowered slowly and noisily. It stopped suddenly five centimeters above the asphalt, almost without trembling at all.


Where no cars are parked by the sidewalk, the front passenger can see his reflection in the shopping windows, as he carries the load with a trolley in the middle of the temporarily closed road.


Right is left.
White is black.
And the other way around.



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