The Party

The metallic taste of the cigarette mingled with the bitterness of the tasteless coffee in his mouth.

Some daydreams came and went, they formed circles. They came in the form of flowers, brought by liberating angels, others came in filthy water vomited by demons.

Mingled in a dance of pain and disillusionment, the party was inexorable and seemed to have no end at all.

The Protagonist

Our protagonist has no name, he is nobody. He is everything and nothingness. His existence is a grotesque chance, he should not exist.

Yet he still wanders through space and time...

...on a planet not known to be friendly with weakness.

The Human Condition

He rises from the rotting bench where he sits, wiping the scraps of wood from his pants with restless hands

Why the hell with that does he have to worry? Rise. Clean the pants. Walk. All this is banal, it requires energy

To have energy you have to prepare the food. Eat. Clean the dishes.

He should not bother with such nonsense, after all this is part of human life,

But he bothered. And he blamed himself for doing so.

The Creep

The reader must understand that our protagonist is an aberration. He is not human, or at least he does not think he is.

If the universe is infinite then he is the center of everything