Once upon the time or so the tale begins…

Last night it was hot and my apartment at the last floor seemed to flow on the hell’s rivers and I tried again the old remedy of submerging myself in another place. With a book in my hands, lying in bed, a cup of green tea by the side, I was turning the pages and following the words trying not to get asleep or let my mind wander, but by the minute I felt the hideous face of errancy taking over.

Or it wasn’t hideous at all?

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