Book2:KigdomIteDreams
ybodymayseemstilndmobile,mybrainisactive.LetmeliveoutmylifethisretendingIamatoolofimagination.Isn’tthatagoodlife,too?Listeningtothedisappearingsoundofthebasketball,Dimitriraisedhiseyestowardsthewindow.Hestillretaiinymorselofhissight,enablinghimtodistinguishbetweenlightanddarkness.Itshouldbedusknow,hedecided.Bowinghishead,hefoundthecigarettewasstillbetweenhisfingersahatithadgobyitself.Inhismind,lifewaslikeacigarette,burningwhileitturoashes.Couldthesuddeinguishmentofthecigarettemeanthattimehadnearlystoppedtoo?No.Noonecouldstopthepassageoftime,healmightyGod.Theultimateendoflifewasdeath,anirrevocabletruthnoonecouldeverge.Herelithiscigaretteandpuffedaway.Suddenly,hisgastromicalsystemwashitwithatr