A stranger is thrown across the bed. Throughout loveless scenes (inert bodies, sadomasochistic objects, pills and the scowls of the
unemployed) you arrive at a moment which you call autumnand you discover the stranger.
In the room, apart from the reflection which swallows everything, you observe rocks, yellow slabs, sand, fur pillows, abandoned pajamas. Then
everything disappears.
Roberto Bolaño
Translation by Tim Pilcher