Unbothered and alone, I've lived in this broken down room for years, safely cocooned by barbed wire, rubble and neglect, silence of broken bricks and the seasonal green of a useless tenacious plant. I watch the rise and fall of the sun, forever waiting for it to fuck up. Of course, it never does.

Every day, I stare at it all through a fist-sized hole in my lair. I stare and absentmindedly fondle protrusions of the crumbling brick wall. They feel like chicken nipples. I am at peace. I look for entertainment, mostly. Nothing I see ever tempts me to leave. I just need to make sure of that. Often.

Until the day Delicare comes. It arrives in the daytime, although I prefer it were night and I never saw the whole thing at all. I can see it now - the ghastly thing - in its entirety through the hole, and I don't understand why it never leaves or how long it's been there and why it is that even though it's so close to the hole I can see the whole thing in such damning detail.

The thing is full of kittens, was full of kittens, and forever will be full of kittens. They never stop. They come and go in a stream of unending activity, and there could be five of them or several hundred thousand and I have no idea which. One or a few hundred like to carry a briefcase and there are others, or maybe the same ones, that talk on mobile phones. I say talk, but I'm not sure. They make sounds, but I've forgotten all languages long ago and don't know if those sounds mean anything.

They spill out of the Delicar, and dash about with importance of ones charged with an important diplomatic mission. Sometimes there are plaintive sounds of saxophone and I feel the world slipping away from me like a deflated balloon skin and I tumble through lots and lots of space, with cold lights and no air, heads over heels. I reel and the Delicar is there, sometimes laughing, laughing, laughing in ways no one or nothing ever should laugh.

I've found cement, I blocked the hole. I blinded myself with a brick and covered myself with cement in the corner so I may never leave. Never see. Never again witness the Delicar. The cement hardens and I become immobile. I am at peace again. I feel death coming. With my last strength I reach for the place where the whole was and claw at it - I ... just ... want.... Delicar...