The household is falling out of the sagging chambers. The orchestras are leaving the flooded hells. Avalanches are falling over the sleeping town. A naked girl is floating through the grand piano. The rhino's shoving his horn in the bookcase.
Misfortunes flow around the dreamers.
More and more trains are running late. More and more people enter with esteem a large hall where the hangmen wait. More and more the tall poplars dry out. More and more the towns are left still. More and more departures without any news.