Today is Friday, November 20, 2038. I lie on the ground and look up at the sky. There is upstairs, far away, dark so that at least the eye is gouged out. At least tear both out, but nothing. Imagine closing your eyes - and empty. We drank tea, an empty mug, the windows of the house open wide open - and it's cold. It's cold, it's snowed many times already. This year it's cold, and next year it will be the same if you don't move. If you do not turn on the kettle, do not close the windows, do not make the alarm work, do not check the children, wife, dog...