....

There two of us here.

Yourself.

And me.

My turn.

Your turn.

Click and click.

One sooner.

The other later.

What is mirrored in the falling shards?

What ends?

A pure whiteness surrounds us howling:

"The old hag downstairs wants to to go to sleep."

She´s right.

Surrely, we can find a simpler way of loving.

.

Efi Pirpasou, Russian Roulette (translated by k. Matsoukas).