Hey you guys wake up, we’ve started all over again, but this time it’s going to be serious, the real story, no more evasions, procrastinations, and you won’t believe this, it begins in the future

no I’m not kidding, well the near future, can’t stray too far from the present, and besides there is a certain logic to keep in mind, a certain urgency too

 

1942: the soldiers were already in the courtyard, calling their names. It was early in the morning, very early, five in the morning, in July, I think. Or perhaps August. Hard to remember now.

The wall is massive, of solid stone, hard, finished;
yet it oozes The wall is smooth, new and old, durable,
and yet it is crannied, and through the mute fault drips