On the other hand, you quite often complain yourself. I'm writing because you are dead and because I woke up last spring in my hotel facing the street in Benidorm to that wonderful high twittering. The rest is white and red. From Time within time. The crow will quickly grow attached to you, it will knock at the window constantly, a crow easily becomes psychotic.
Nothing happens here.
Gardens in rain. Lemons in moonlight. A flock of jackdaws rose with a violent hubbub near the ruins yesterday evening. The bells gentle through the mist. The vapour, the bell-sounds.