How is he, how am I, how are others. The brain is a
machine for comparing. He waited for a break in the conversation to start
talking about himself. Boring as a scenario of a thriller. It smelled of an old
crime story and he was decaying. More bacteria in the mouth than on the toilet
seat of a long-distance train. Komodo dragons kill not with teeth but saliva.
Genuinely moved, couldn’t get a word out, only tears. The news fell on him like
a drunk chimney sweep from the roof. Finally a touch of black humor. Broken
spine, wheelchair from the waist down.