I’m diggin’ this one out of the archives. I wrote a piece for the anti-tourist while I was in Finland in September. The article was about a rock bar in Tampere, Finland called “Ruma“, but had an elaborate subplot revolving around a series of words that I found written on my forearm the next morning. The phrase was “space shuttle to Venus”, and I wasn’t quite sure what it meant or where/why I would have written it on my arm in the first place, so I tried to deconstruct my night using the article as my memory canvas. It’s still an unsolved mystery.

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