The sound of the concert continued. Above the parapets he recognized it like a cold breeze. Sound given temperature properties. As if some cloud of pure cold. Here suddenly he let his mind wander. The girl had lost her bearings slightly. She was stupored. She finally lift her eyelids and asked: "Where is my man?!". Don't know darling was the answer. Where is her man? Man of the plan would be good Meta. A merciless rewriter, constantly updating, improving, adding, rethinking, restrategising, just to make sure that everything is thought through. The incomplacencies are not necessarily warranted dire, but nevertheless improvement is always possible. Your man my darling could just as well possibly be right here. Nevertheless it's probably time to go. Yes definitely time to go.
- Who the fuck are you?!
- No one miss...
Where was I? Well, yes. Ice. Trumpet. Glass. Ring. Diamonds are like glass! Like a megaglass. Hyperglass. He made a turn for the cemetery. He would go through there. And so it was. He was walking again. The plan... so the plan's simple. Get the bus home.
- Who the fuck are you?!
- No one miss...
Where was I? Well, yes. Ice. Trumpet. Glass. Ring. Diamonds are like glass! Like a megaglass. Hyperglass. He made a turn for the cemetery. He would go through there. And so it was. He was walking again. The plan... so the plan's simple. Get the bus home.
