Underworld, Bird 1
“He laid down on his bed with the front door open and the sunlight flooding into the room, he smelt tire, he saw washing hanging in the sun, he caught a fleeting glimpse of a man moving uphill pursued by a bus, he saw a white church with a three blue-domed roof, a crucifix on the top, and he smelled tire again. A fly came dim along the shaft of sunlight coming through the open door, he watched it cross the room and get halfway and then it turned around and left, he laughed.”
