ABYSSUS ABYSSUM VOCAT IN VOCE

No one has come for days.

Just one message from a

relative, like a farewell,
a photograph of
our grandfather in a

uniform in 1940.

I dare not call,

fearing to find

out why.

I am Schrödinger's

Cat, hiding in its box,

and the world outside

in all possible states

not yet collapsed into

one inescapable reality.

22.10.2017