I am standing on a Road
On the other Side: a Field
Kilometers long
I look at my Watch
The Handels are missing
No Lights, neither North nor South
Only thick, milky Fog
A cold Blow cutting through my Skin
I zip the Jacket up
All the Way under my Chin
I light a Cigarette
I do not look around

After a few Minutes or Days
A Light dives through the Nothing
A blue Bike floats past me endlessly slow
On it someone without a Face, dressed in black

And from that Day on there always was a slight Splatter in the Background
Down at the Field