Dark thoughts…
He had already wondered, no, it was more like a looming premonition, that the ever shield of various background noises was missing.
It quiet, only here and there did a car or a nearly embarrassed ringing of the tram penetrate as if through cotton.
Slowly he left his, yet so cozy because always warm and enveloping, bed, slipped into his oversized slippers, and shuffled through the hallway to the bathroom.
The light that fell from outside through the window blinded him. Involuntarily he reached for the light switch, but quickly withdrew his hand.
The roofs, which always glowed so familiarly dirty red across the street, had lost their color; they were white.
A shiver ran through him. Snow, he hated winter, as it always reminded him of the transience of his own being.
Sullenly, with his head bowed like a child who has to listen to a scolding from their parents, he stepped in front of the large mirror and was startled. "What kind of day is this! Wherever I look, there's impending doom and dilapidation!" Slowly the mortar had come loose, but this process had progressed inexorably and at different speeds.
This face, a stranger who shamelessly grinned at him every morning from the mirror - he hated it, yet he still performed the service: washing, shaving, combing.
"Oh what a life." Where was the young man who was always driven to action but so familiar? He had slowly and almost imperceptibly dissolved over time, leaving behind only what he saw.
"Damn aging, cursed evolution!"
