The world

That morning I stayed in bed for hours, having some faint premonition that, outside, the world lay waiting to crush me, although I must say that I have this premonition quite often. So I was still a little surprised when I descended the slippery doorsteps, tightened my scarf against the sudden cold on my freshly shaven chin, and found the world – finally in its true form – slowly but surely, unstoppably, rolling towards me.

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