PART ONE
1.
Most of the time he slept. Sleep kept him in its grip and did not want to release him. And he himself did not want very much to break free – his previous half-awakenings had taught him a lot.
“Where will I be when I wake up?” he asked himself when he was asleep. But he did not answer. He was not alive, he was closer to death than to life, but in this death he could dream. If you can dream when you are dead, then is death not preferable to life? You say it isn’t? We wouldn’t be so sure…
Before the half-awakenings he dreamt about the Weather Cook. Surrounded by white fog, with a rosy, blinding smile. He placed an order with the Weather Cook – no, he did not order weather, that would make no sense, – but climate. And then was filled with this climate down to the very depths of
