A gas can
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just because you woke up thinking how (not) funny it would be to be hit by a buggy

A Lieutenant
In the Umbrian dusk a hundred soldiers in street clothes sallied from the barracks in the lower town, drunk on wine and cheerful in their collective strength and their appetite for damage. …
Interview with Maxim Matusevich

I remember the day I got discharged from the army: it was late in May, I was on a train that carried me from a small provincial town back to Leningrad. The two seemingly endless years of service had ended and the future now seemed like one endless summer.

Lamp

Lamp
Sin: winking, convulsions.
Virtue: a halo on the
tabletop. Death: a spring
hanging loose in a smoky
glass bulb.