Time. Space. Time. Night.
Point. Place. Surface tension.
Water surface. Breathe in.
I walk. Street. Metro. University.
Lecture. Word. Cold chairs.
Metro. Street. Sleep.
Sleep beckons, sleep embraces.
There is no more sleep, tea embraces.
I awake. The sun goes down.
Surrounded by wind. Wind outside.
I know the way but I don’t know the area.
Only a path on my smartphone’s map:
Street, metro, university, metro, street, sleep.
Thoughts in my head. Went into the shop.
Bought food, left my thoughts behind.
Bought food for my body,
Left behind everything that was inside me.
Sleep. Acquaintances. The surface of the water.
A brief greeting, and I have a confession to make:
I will not be waking. There is no more way,
And the sun cannot be seen from the depths.
