Chapter 6

You led the moonshine lover back to his basement.

“You resembl ... me ... like a cooopy...” he suddenly said when you laid him down on his filthy bed. His words frightened you. And fear gives rise to aggression.

“No! You’re the Wanker, and I’m a human being!” you shouted, kicking at his table and knocking it over onto its side. But your words vanished into emptiness; the old man was already snoring.

You went back home trying to shake the feeling that something was wrong. Your wife had been fucked and pissed on by a homeless guy from the basement on your anniversary, of course something was wrong! But it is one thing to feel that the problem lies in other people or, generally, in your marriage ... and another to feel the problem in YOURSELF.

For Omar it is easy. In all this darkness, this filth, this vice, he is like a fish in water. A fish does not know how it swims. But the ichthyologists who study it, and try to swim the same way, may drown ... You, like everyone else, want happiness. In pursuit of happiness, a man always makes a circle. Usually, it is a circle as long as a lifetime. When you return to the beginning -- you will understand everything; now is not the time ... But do not be ungrateful: on the journey you are given protection against misfortune, and it is called habit. A habit of that which once filled you with horror...