Marcel Winatschek

Small List

Quiet Sunday. Finished the Napoleon biography, wandered through Undercity with Sune—my sweet undead princess—chatted on ICQ, watched School of Rock. Unremarkable. Just a smooth afternoon.

I thought back to a night at a friend’s place the week before. Irina’s howling kept me awake, and in the darkness I started making a list. Not of dreams or ambitions—just five things I actually wanted to do before the clock runs out. Invent a word. Sleep with some Siamese twins. Have my own television channel. Eat a piece of this burger. Have a daughter named Nami.

Small list. Keeps coming back to me.