“Heavy sagging clouds that sailed obliquely overhead the thatched roofs.”

“I began to think of the many ways of dying.”

Hungarian compose György Ligeti, Russian composer Alfred Schnittke, Polish artist Zdzisław Beksiński: all explore themes of disjointed terror and a world broken apart. So much misery in Eastern Europe.

Does it matter if this story is true? Can imagination outdo reality anyway?

Dante.