Keeping up the good work

by Alex Cormos

The locals could hardly say anything about BLM, probably for the same reason they couldn’t say much about the river that passed through Baltor: they were both part of the scenery, of the structure of Baltor, so deeply set in the anatomy of that town, that it seemed like they both belonged to it since the very beginning of time – inquiring about BLM would’ve been for the locals as absurd an effort as thinking about when and how to breathe or blink. This could’ve been the reason for the confused looks they would’ve given to anyone who might’ve thought them odd for not knowing what that factory was producing, why it was there, or for how long it had been part of Baltor. Things were simple for the locals: Baltor was BLM.

 

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