5:04 The cat. The cat is meowing behind the door. Thinks I'll let him into the bathroom. It can hear water and wants in. It stopped. It has its own water in its bowl. Everyone is after someone’s water.
5:04 My ear is in the water. Will submerge my face in it soon. It will be the last scene of my life. Everything will be recorded on a dictaphone. Maybe one day it will dawn at someone that it should be listened to. That one should check if I there is a letter recorded there by me, Some confession, Some truth about me.
I’m rubbing the bath tub against my hands And I am squealing It’s doing it instead of me. 5:04 Dictaphone Dictaphone 5:04