Alfred Koch: "Watched Leviathan"

"Homeless, bare land. Rocks, withered grass, moss. Gray, cold sea. Apparently, once upon a time something happened here. Some kind of life. This is evidenced by the skeletons of abandoned ships, collapsed houses and temples, empty hangars with collapsed roofs, abandoned, rusty equipment...

Now the descendants of those people who once organized all this movement, all this pulsating life here live. These same descendants are very strange people. They barely speak to each other in normal declarative sentences.

They have continuous exclamations and suppressed hatred towards each other. Like: “Hello, trash!”, “Hello, goat!” This is just how they greet each other."