later, or rather not ... time didn't matter any
more ... hours later, there was no food on
the table, but food sculptures, all in a raw
state. A potato wooden shoe, a cucumber
phallus, a chives braided mat. We weren't
hungry anymore, but thirsty. Because of the
sweating. But not too much alcohol. Wanted
to keep your senses sharp. Conversation was
almost impossible. When you picked up an
occasional word, fantasizing began. At a
certain moment I went outside. Found myself
on a bicycle at speed of three hundred miles
per hour down a slope, when I noticed that
it was dark, or rather almost not anymore.
The sun was rising in the most amazing colors.
I burst into loud ooh's and ah's and started
singing Here Comes the Sun.
Every blade of grass along the road I could
observe, despite the dizzying speed. They
all had a different color green, billions
of colors green.
