Le Bete 1975 -

The last thing I saw before I ran home was my own shadow, stretching long behind me on the white dust of the road. For just a second, it had too many joints, too.

The year was 1975. And la bête was still learning how to wear our shape. le bete 1975

I did not touch the egg. I did not run. I walked backward very slowly, counting my steps to keep calm: 1975, 1975, 1975 . The last thing I saw before I ran