Napsáno více jak před deseti lety, jakákoli podobnost se jmény postavami povoláními příjmeními je čistě náhodná nebo je to klasická synchronicita.
And I held astronaut Peters in my hand.
Lubomír Tomik
Chapter thirteen.
Mr. Marek wakes up.
Mr. Marek wakes up from the terrible catatonia he got stuck in thanks to the scholar Komet.
-Ajta python.-: he says to himself.
And he continues the conversation with the sink.
He grips his knees and looks like an immaterial old man.
Mr. Marek, whom everyone loves.
Darling crowds.
I tilt my head and enter like the sun. I’m disappearing into the picture folder of horror.
Sad images return and flicker between my fingers, and so does Mr. Marek, whom I actually came to kill.
He knows why. And he knows it very well.
I fired the Imaginary Shotgun around me, the only catch being a couple of dead thorns and the shadows of faded galleries.
End of chapter thirteen.
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Midian Poet 