and I know just how multiplying remindercmessengers are they can wake me in the morning. and I left a little note for you to wait for me beside my bed to make a call so all the neighbours can hear. one day there will be such a studious quiet when every machine's strings will have run their course and will be looose again.

what will people think i wonder, when there won't be anymore tight-pulled springs. they will madly shut their windows and stone their thresholds and madly laugh as their precious house packs itself into itself.

then the remaining people: will shyly step out. will look at eachother. will smile at eachother. will not be shy again. then they will take sunday morning strolls along the lanes near the broken reminding messengers' junkyard and go to their friends. and go have parties. and go out on dates. and go celebrate birthdays.

and there will be quiet.