Riding on a wet road.

It won't be wise to ignore the obvious signs of danger. I am not as far from my destination as I think I am. Night awakens the noises that sleep throughout the day. Still, a night is better than a day. And the problem lies there, in my likeness for the night. Inebriated, I feel [...]

Alive before dead.

Two hours later, my legs began to freeze. It wasn't winter. The winds were blowing against me. And I was riding too fast. I opened my coffin and prepared to lie down in it. As I sat in it, I thought about the next day and how the sun won't exist anymore. The winds had [...]

In eternal slumber.

How to work with a man who cannot handle anything. That's the puzzle. How to make him realize that future is not the place to live in, that it is never coming. He thinks that there is no problem with him. He wants to be in a different situation that in what he is right [...]

Travelling West.

Cattle-ranching was a thing of those days along with four or five more elements, and the topography was such that it pushed any man to the edge. He had to be as strong as he could be and if that did not happen then he was soon eliminated by fate or by the bullet of [...]

Morning noise.

The rain stopped some time between morning and night. The collected water is drying here and there all by itself. An hour ago, somebody knocked at my door. Nobody was there when I looked out the peephole. A neighboring kid does that sometimes but I do not suspect it was him today. His knock is [...]