Their radar clicking in all directions day and night like a tireless machine overheated the rubber of the wheels got into the asphalt every moment the hours were they were breaking into pieces for better or for worse Passé a Noël That's it they hated that there was only one time objects left their perennial shadow on the surface of things the anti-market: not keeping the goods always fresh in its absurd counter-logic taking things in the reverse-to-natural process they were afraid that they were real they wanted to check it out his veracity You don't monsters them

By Carlos del Puente