everything is in the dust-flake, breaths of blasts and draws spirally into mouth. there are no midges, no darkness. only blue reflected lights on the windows. it's so tedious, bowed arms and numb legs. insensible man. every idle passing hour calls like alarm bell, the fumes is thickening. not flutter, no troublesome. tranquil waiting for some doltish neighbour disclose his abandoned body in the middle of the passage. dont step over