Pablo Picasso The Shadow

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THIS SHALL NOT BE. I AM IMPLACABLE. I AM DEATH . . . ALONE.
He looked at the Death of Rats.
He remembered Azrael in his tower of loneliness.
ALONE . . .OF TERRIER, MAYBE.
. . . fields of corn, alive, whispering in the breeze . . . RIGHT, AND THE DEATH OF FLEAS CAN RIDE IT TOO. THAT WAY YOU KILL TWO BIRDS WITH ONE STONE. . . . awaiting the clockwork of the seasons.
METAPHORICALLY.
And at the end of all stories Azrael, who knew the secret, thought:
I REMEMBER WHEN ALL THIS WILL BE AGAIN.

THE ENDThe Death of Rats looked back at him.SQUEAK?Picture a tall, dark figure, surrounded by cornfields . . . NO. YOU CAN’T RIDE A CAT. WHO EVER HEARD OF THE DEATH OF RATS RIDING A CAT? THE DEATH OF RATS WOULD RIDE SOME KIND OF DOG.Picture more fields, a great horizon-spanning network of fields, rolling in gentle waves . . .DON’T ASK ME I DON’T KNOW. SOME KIND