Dryppende regndråper Regndråper som drypper kjappe skritt opp den halvvåte kjellertrappa Det drisslende regnet trommer på jakka lukten av grus, asfalt blandet med våte blader, gress og tørre kratt hendene er våte og kalde Innpust, regnfrisk luft utpust, utblandet eksos Våte sko, raske skritt ned kjellertrappa låst dør, våte sokker ...

Aren't we all just ugly vibrating on the strings of reality not ready to fall into the abyss dragging us down with cold shadowy hands around our necks and ankles someone laughing someone waiting at the end of the line on the other side straining the rope around our feet ...

A little jazz bar with jazz music upon, against the jazz brown windows leather seats and black vinyls against the wall someone's smoking in the corner there are no customers but reflections on windows pass by and by with umbrellas someone's walking in my skin crawls I've been observing against ...