An ordinary gray day, the sun in the sky is like a white vomit stain on the wall, shining with pale rays. You got dressed and went outside to go about your business. You bought yogurt and cigarettes at the local food stall, and when you leave, you stand to light the cigarette and take a drag. You exhale smoke, looking at the disgusting pale sky, as if engulfed in some kind of yellowish smoke. If it weren’t for the clock on your hand, you would be able to tell by the sun what time it is. Looking sideways, you see a local homeless man sitting on the asphalt, wrapped in torn rags. Perhaps he smells of goats or urine... Or you yourself invented this smell by looking at this person...