and i went to the square nearby to sit on one of its benches, tired, acheing, irritated. there he was, vis-à-vis, right on the other side of the square, a proper businessman, sitting upright on one of the benches. i got down to rolling my cigarette, scattering tobacco all over and eventually completing the miscreant act of preparing the deadly appetizer. at the next second i'm looking up again, fuming smoke all over, and he's just collapsed. in the middle of the city, with all the traffic around, with people vacuously treading their paths, he's cut off completely. switched off. snapped. you could balance a bottle of water on him..
cf. root 7o, revivitator (tongs of love).
