Location: flat, Zagreb
I stand in the kitchen and look through the window. My gaze looks for the mountain. Only to see a curve, the last in a series, the end of everything. Behind it, there is no more.
The treetops and the flat rooves of the buildings spread out slowly beneath me, I’ll reach the mountain soon, I’m nearly there.
To my surprise, I see that the mountain isn’t there today. Only a white, lobotomized sky. Nothing else has vanished but up. I try to see, but I don’t see. Maybe it only exists somewhere through sweat. Today, the plain climbs into the sky.
Translation: Jeremy White