Antique
Pinsky speaks of how he felt like he was drowning in a fiery environment when he had the love of his partner, and how he was essentially burning in the water of the river when they were apart. They lived together in a home with one thousand rooms inside, and were separated for a thousand years. Only ten minutes beforehand, or at least it seems that recently, they raised their children together. They are everywhere on the earth, and have forgotten the existence of their parents. That situation was not maya, a ladder reaching up to a perfect realm. It was in fact, a chilly light from the sun, shining across the earth's surface, which was warm.
Pinsky speaks of how his partner went to Hell when he turned around. When her ship ran from the battle, he followed her. This caused him to lose the world. He held no regrets, but he did make some accusations in retaliation. Pinsky then reflects on the fact that in the future, someone will buy buy her, at this point indicating perhaps a picture of his partner, and will look upon her face, observing its details and making the decision to keep it for some more time. They do this to protect it from being anonymous.
Ceremony
Once the story has finished and the plague is there, the show may commence. Taking the place of religious practices and their methods, more practical alternatives arise. One of these is to obtain salvation by gutting a bird, or by taking apart insects. The character of Oedipus assumes the role as the figure who saves, and kittens become dramatic. They stalk with style and then flee in fear, as is their habit.
It is quoted that the very soul of a cat is the shape of its body. In the Christian practice and religion, apparently employed mourners wander the street, chanting words which indicate that they are sick and have to die, then ask God for mercy.
Catatonic
The speaker used to be an area that was alive, a mythical land, as well as a troll that lived beneath it. His anger was living there, a population made up of emotion and feeling. The number of living beings that once overflowed from his kingdom was depleted - even where the castle, abbey, cottage and guild stood. His land is silent, the blood in his veins rushing like a tide, disturbed as if a sacrament of milk was within.
It flows red, flooding and feeding the landing. The giant, unborn, remains fixed alive on the earth for billions of summers in Lilliputia.
