The night. I sleep. Through my dream, I hear the wild cries of my cat. I get up with my eyes closed. I usually bite the mouth. I lie down with a clear conscience...And then I realize that it’s a cat’s whistle in the basement under the window. I start roasting wildly because I imagine myself in the place of a cat:
“I lie down, I sleep. I don’t touch anyone... The master stands up, beats the rod. Is it easier for you? Night is already. Go fuck, go to sleep.”