
DISPATCH 03 — 02.11.2026 · FILED FROM 42.7358°N
The saucer in the frost
Eleven hundred metres of switchbacks, then the fog opened and it was simply there — a concrete disc balanced on the ridgeline, forty years abandoned and still the most certain object in the landscape. We exposed forty plates before our hands stopped working.
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