AFTERNOON DELIGHTS

Or perhaps to be more precise everything began with that clock, a clock stupid and bald, why was I to blame? I would simply sit quietly on the couch every afternoon and eat my young aunties, but one at a time so that the nakedness of the wall would not immediately become apparent, and I once spat blood in the street, that’s how vulgar the city was
and it was only the lack of any interest in other people that gave our lives their bottomless depth.