Said Shuvalkin to the dolomite cliffs: “Sirs, I contract for three years of adult life in this collapsing republic before I finish with an aneurysm.”
The dolomite cliffs mocked him with echoes. To show he was serious, he threw himself from the cliffs, but he was already standing at the base; and he threw himself into an ocean that was a trick of light and warm air; and he threw himself south of a northbound train that whistled with his own laughter, returned as the cliffs’ prisoner.
