only your life
The farmer glides toward you, holding, in one hand, a pitchfork, and
in the other, an old beetroot. He holds the beetroot up toward you and
you suddenly feel a pain in your chest. And then the dead leaves of
the beetroot start to come to life again. It is as if the farmer is
sucking the life out of your heart to reinvigorate the beetroot.
"What season is it now?" the farmer suddenly asks you, in a
hollow, faraway voice.
