Book: The bites of dawn

Work?..
"Come on, work!" - scream like women in labor, preparing to wrest the light of a living creature. So call the stuff that comes first, before family and Home. This is what, the assurances of the Nazis, the freedom. So, it's all work? So you, little man, are you gonna lecture me about the meaning of life? Which is three syllables - RA-Bo-TA?
Work! Yes, what can be work if since childhood Humanities contradicted math? If dreams had nothing to do with the exact Sciences. If it is not clear that to love life when I see the other movie. If there's nothing left but the waiting blue morning hours, instead of a long wonderful night.
Work.

My name is Violen.
- Mmm... a pretty name.
- You think so? It means violence and hatred...

The night is... half of life, its underbelly, the place where we have a right to exist. Night is a world without children. And without the old... the night blurs the lines of reality. You lose the sense of time, your internal clock out of, you suddenly respond to a question posed by someone before, clinging to the remnants of yesterday's escape from the avalanche tonight, in this dream and Wake up in an endless deja vu.