I got a new car:
Tangent:
Damp, cold, forgotten. Inhabited by the damned, yes; but by others, too. Every step taken places another thin crack on a floor untouched by solvents or soaps or purposeful hands. The laminate is peeling of the counter-tops. A thing without beginning can have no end, can it? And you are afraid. Afraid that you will die tomorrow and not today.