Θυμάρι

So long, and thanks for all the fish !

Ubik – Phillip K. Dick

Ella, pretty and light-skinned; her eyes, in the days when thay had been open, had been bright and luminous blue. That would not again occur; he could talk to her and hear her answer; he could communicate with her .. but he would never again see her with her eyes opened; nor would her mouth move. She would not smile at his arrival. When he departed she would not cry. Is this worth it? he asked himself. Is this better than the old way, the direct road from full-life to the grave? I still do have her with me, in a sense, he decided. The alternative was nothing.

******

He rang off, then searched in the cupboards of the kitchen for a broom (manual or self-powered) or vacuum cleaner (helium battery or wall socket). Neither could be found. Evidently he had never been issued any sort of cleaning equipment by the building’s supply agency. Hell of a time, he thought, to find that out. And he had lived here four years.

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