The Way of the Demiurge - The Ark of the Soul

I was in high spirits on my way home from university. Today I had passed my last exam and finished my session, so nothing could spoil my good mood: not the coming evening, not the cold rain and strong wind, not even the huge jeep that came round the corner and ploughed straight into me on the pedestrian crossing I was just about to cross... although...

- Oh, shit! - I shouted, bouncing to the side of the road as I slipped and fell into the mud, the icing on the cake being the water splashing over me from a passing, I would say flying, jeep.

- Well, that's all right, shit happens in life... although it would have happened right down my trousers if it had been a bit more. - I got up and looked around, - Anyway, the only thing I have to do now is get the dirt off my trousers... and my jacket and my hat and my rucksack too. What a bastard! If I couldn't do it, I'd take a shit. - I continued on my way home... and I was in a bad mood.

I don't want my problems to end there, because my neighbourhood isn't exactly peaceful. Well, don't think bad thoughts, bad thoughts attract trouble. I should think that everything is fine and that all the problems are over ... but - oo - they go on, or rather they come to their own and my own end.

Walking past a high voltage power pole, I noticed that a strong gust of wind with rain had snapped some of the cables... and they were flying straight at me, sparking merrily.

"This is going to hurt." - I managed to think one last time and tried to run away from the falling wires... but in vain.