Life According to Otto
Otto dreams of Mr Kane's lust Olimpiade.
Poem by Otto, he thinks hy verstaan beter en tril van opgewonde
It is Friday. Mr Kane is now donning his bow tie and bowler hat. Walking stick in hand he enters the hen house:
Mr Kane is getting fresh. There is fever in his breath.
'Saturday night and I ain’t got ….a honey.'
The small ray of sunlight through grey rain clouds bites his eyes in the vacant space of the diner outside the motel.