Trafika Europe 4 - Armenian Rhapsody

own crime, and Torne considered himself above crime. Though periodically this kind of vegetarianism at a banquet of cannibals became loathsome for him. So again he took his chronomatizer and went to roam the streets, testing the strength of what was left of his moral imperative. He returned each time empty handed. The world roamed in a circle together with him, giving him no answers to his questions. Marta called out to him from the bedroom. He turned off the TV in the living room and feeling his way – so as not to burn the light unnecessarily – dragged his way to the bed. “You know, Torney, earlier we all so loved to be absorbed by time. All those movies, games, blogs, social networks, trips, drinking bouts… You said to me: “Let’s go to the movies – we’ll kill some time.” That is to say, just time was taken away from us that we would have wasted anyway. Why are we so unfortunate!” “The killing of time in my mind is one of the last freedoms left in our country. They’ve even deprived us of that freedom.”

“But that freedom was without purpose and futile – an absolutely meaningless experience….”

He didn’t know how to object to her in response. So he just yawned.

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