Weirdness ensues as the days collapse over each other. Corner shop sirens run a gutted buzz, waking up all rock people. What at first seems like annoyance, a doorbell that rings stubbornly at seven in the morning, becomes a life-changer, the reason to cough up the settled dust and start breathing again, the signal that transforms rock into flesh and bones. The clocks reset, street life slowly crawls towards normalcy. Ivan and Ivana, Alexander and Alexandra, beautiful as always, move about towards shops that are suddenly open, to buy groceries, make-up, newspapers, whatever, and the shop-keepers eyes wide open continue with their business as usual. Everybody ignores a certain bitter after taste of something being lost. The “What just happened?” moment happened a long time ago. This is everyday stuff now. The anchorman simply announces, “The day just started, and it is uncertain just when it will end.”
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