Time, piece of it scatterd all around an empty room, close in gaps like twilight… Future afterglow, speed, some broken knoldge about some old forsaken feelings, just becoming like a soup boiling in a orfphanage place …. killing some mosquito with bear heands far, far but so close to our goal.
I enter, say something and then grab a fork and then open a can with some food, mushrums and some rice mixed with some pork meat… grab a good hold from a wwine bootle coold like ice… We are there, hm we are expeld like a broken teth from normal activity like human civilian, we overthink and we haddto choose life itself or dead end, we are the rest is history!