The world was broken, milled, disconnected, and, therefore, was quite fit for life. Was real.
In window somewhere long ago (and not quite here) Adam and Eve fucked under each tree several times in a row. The Brain of God in the background. Power background.
Chingiz turned around: the caffeine shadow shifted from bed, cut by curve of lanterns. Sensation of dry rain. He returned his gaze to the cocoon of window. A garbage cat (dead at the same time) wandered across the street, playing in thoughts ether.
Chingiz grinned... Transgender girlfriend changed her sex and became uninteresting for him. He is used to this.
The whole plane of planet was seething in a dream, unraveling in a single rhythm. Gusts of sacred wind dissolve the blood. Gusts of sexual wind bleed the blood. The veld and the desert.
Stop hearts under signs "STOP". Almost forgotten memory: Chingiz is sitting with her at a table, an open cafe at a snack bar, all modestly, the night is around... Skew shadow, half-darkness, beautiful face.
Forgot, but not quite...
Caffeine overheating could last forever. Sorry, coffee is long over.
Either accidental Catholic forgot to close the doors of chapel, or someone remembered wrong spell, but in the darkness of every alley bloody monsters were thickening, the mental beauties were rethought, and the sensorics of the dead began to be denial. In short, all evil spirits scattered around the city. And no one knew what to do about it...
Chingiz smiled sadly. I was him.
In distant space of the past time. Ashes fell on windows.