We the usual (III)

Plan V

Factuality

Ownership

We the usual (III)

Chapter three The stars in the puddles He was entangled in a kind of sexual urge that before that meeting in the street and the episode of the Bank had not experienced. Out of an outburst he threw away the revolver into a river. He threw it wrapped in his coat. At last he would wash this tropejo, it was said, sardonic. The river did not move. Or it was slow. It was more a swamp, a sewer of dimensions of communal. The coat floated and as always h…