Miloš Đurđević Biography

second week of insomnia, from the fifth toward third hour a rattle in
the walls (plumbing?) follows automobile boxes for a short while (in
waves? does it bounce back, absorb? will it squeak? on which side?)
...

'I'm sure somebody is speaking against me at this moment.'

Josef K.



southern winds upon the town, the sky resembling unwashed windows
looking towards nothing - spit on the tongue, fingers in his ears
...

and the white-gray light of day seeps through again, scattered in
empty capsules it oscillates and ticks; pale rays of the false sun linger
on, as if hanging in the air, not reaching anything bringing nothing,
...

thin, pallid cover wrapped around bare tree branches in this part of
town, over there it seems night is not over, here we are looking at the
...

from early morning silence is everywhere, with the second step we are
knee deep in water, the river without estuary springs out beneath us,
climbs up and is already frozen, it is impossible to touch that icy crust,
...