RL with Gesicht

[debitumnaturae]

Death was at that moment in Amsterdam. She was in fact in many Amsterdams, strung out through Creation like a strand of pearls. There is always someone dying, somewhere. It is the nature of things to end.

In this Amsterdam, it was night, and raining.

"Hello, Gesicht," she said, and held up her umbrella to shield him from the rain.