5/8 : radio

“Garin, are you really going to stare out the window the whole way?” Valentina asked. Oleg said nothing. Outside the taxi, carrying them away from the station, the landscape drifted by: old wooden cottages in villages with curious names, the bare branches of an autumn forest, peeling paint on the railings of bridges spanning rivers with reed-choked banks. He imagined what it might be like to remain here as the concrete-and-brick skeleton of a long-abandoned motor depot. To be slowly covered in profane graffiti and ivy. To become a refuge for lizards and field mice. A silent witness to someone’s first cigarette and someone else’s first broken heart. And the only thing keeping these thoughts from becoming truly comforting was the knowledge that, in such a life, he would never get to hear the @jae-zae and tucan discos for 5/8: radio mix.

“Another glass, Garin?” Arkasha asked. Oleg nodded. He probably shouldn’t have. It was a workday tomorrow, after all. But then he suddenly thought about the journey home, late at night, and a wonderful feeling washed over him. He imagined coming across a lone bus, with a sleeping passenger inside. The bright green glow of an all-night pharmacy sign. An empty children’s playground beside an old outdoor hockey rink. Roses, hydrangeas and anemones in the window of a little flower shop. A faded notice on a concrete utility pole advertising a parrot exhibition at the local community centre. A man in shorts and a puffer jacket, squatting outside his apartment building, smoking a cigarette. And finally, the kate p for 5/8: radio mix, the perfect soundtrack for taking it all in.

“Garin, you seem rather pensive today,” Natasha said. Oleg silently studied the pavement covered with damp leaves, trying to understand why he felt so unusually happy on these grey October days. And then he remembered the reflection of a dim streetlamp in a puddle. And the little chubby dog in a yellow coat. And the raindrops drumming on the metal surface of the ping-pong tables in the courtyard on Shosseynaya. And the panel building, barely visible in the morning fog, where his classmate Boris once lived. And his cold hands. And his wet hair. And, finally, how it all feels when you have jemmer’s mix for 5/8: radio playing in your headphones.

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