A white hen with its throat slit, shuddering in a blue drum. The idea pops into my head that the world is a drum. Drum and world – both are round. Immediately come to mind manhole, time, wheel, button, eye's iris, potato, man, moon, sun. Tree, leaf, umbrella, feet, earth, oil, water, clothes, mother, blood, bed, biscuit, heart, air, rape, rain, banana, war, laughter, love, shoes, plane, books, puffed rice, all that I see, all that comes to mind, all is round.
The bus window was about to close.
Somewhere far away, time laughs, man laughs, like a duck.
Guns are sold at toy shops.