Her name was Adalia, like the daughter of Haman. Adalia means in Hebrew bringing poverty or death.

The Purim orgy in cowboy style lasted two days, but let’s not jump ahead.

I rarely meet people with such similar faces. And he has his face. His legs, his arms, his back, his posture. Even his mouth and chin are constructed the same way. He is simply an extension of him. He is in my life, like an update in Microsoft. He is to me like the new iOS in an iPhone, like the new AI model in Chat GPT.

Were they already thinking about IPOs back then? Maybe he wanted to be on the company board or was tempted by the CEO chair.

In childhood, we played a game like tag. Two flies and one spider. The spider would catch a fly by touching its body.

No, it isn’t Her. Someone else is being carried by that denim, and you were misled by the leather jacket.

Your closed eyes were also dark, framed by your beautiful eyelashes. The most beautiful. My Beloved Daughter.

I am delicately woven cotton and spiderweb.

Somewhere in the corner, a crumbling skeleton of a night moth and two poisoned flies by the grout.

Nini lost her glasses, but we both lost our honour, and we passed a resolution that what happens on the lake stays on the lake, and we swam.

I wash my bedding every week, so if two years have passed, I’ve washed that pillow 104 times. So who slipped me that smell? Memory.

I decided that even if a new chestnut shone the brightest among the fallen leaves, I wouldn’t pick it up.

The room was so dark, so cold. The walls were a shade of musty, dirty white. In the middle of the small room stood a very metal table.

Once upon a time, there was a boy who woke up one day and could not see colours.

I only miss those who didn’t want to ascend with me, even though I tried to carry them on my back. I am like a mountaineer.

That album in a leather cover in the colour of red, crocodile skin, though in fact, it was a hideous imitation.

Little Abram had only one dream. To kiss the Ballerina on the cheek.

Instead of like knights on white horses, on horseback, they drove into the street on a garbage truck and came out for the garbage.

Do not fear Death, Little Frog.

Venice accepted this gift and cared for it as best as it could, taking the little baby to the bottom with the gentle lull of its waves.