Head of Zeus -- An AdAstra Book

scarves around their mouths. Above, the bones of

if your every breath had previously passed a million times through the consumptive lungs of peasants, Jews, coachmen, butchers and whores; hawked up from black larynxes, it returns to you again and again, filtered through their saliva and sputum, processed through their mould-infested, louse-infected, pus-incrusted bodies, coughed up by them, blown out through their noses, spewed up straight into your mouth, but you have to swallow it, you have to breathe it in, so breathe, breathe!

the ice of ice

No thermometer has a scale capable of measuring such cold.

from the days when spring and summer still had access to them.

The Ministry of Winter never sleeps.

It is a matter of great political importance that within the Ministry of Winter, cold never prevails.

We are always the last to learn what a fool we have made of ourselves in company. Better do we know the intentions behind our actions than those actions. Better do we know what we wanted to say than what we actually said. We know who we want to be – we do not know who we are.

I have to make myself a stranger to myself.

nails and hair still continue to grow also on a corpse.