By Ihor Antoniuk “But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it” Matthew 7:13-14 First, there was darkness. Then came the house. Grey – like the sky. With windows open to every wind. No frames, no shutters, no glass. Not a single apartment was sealed. That pale, dim light always streamed into every corner, flooded the walls and the tiniest cracks. As if trying to penetrate the very essence of space. Strangely, there were no doors. None at all. At first, I couldn’t believe this creation of a fevered mind. I hesitated, mulled it over. Searched for absurd explanations. Invented theories. For a long time, I didn’t leave the room – it looked like a matchbox. A solitary cell, not my former apartment. 'Where has everything gone?' I kept asking myself. ...

Written by Ihor Antoniuk Translated from Ukrainian by Anna Bendiy I dare say you never even spoke to Time Now, if you only kept on good terms with him, he’d do almost anything you liked with the clock. — Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland I don’t know how much time I have left. This story might end at any moment, dying on an unfinished sentence, dangling on half a word. You’ll have to put the period in this bizarre tale yourself. Yes, you — the person who took it upon themselves to read these twisted lines, written by an insane man, who will never see the light of day again. The next movement of the clock’s hands might become my last. The glitches began about a week ago. Or maybe ten…twelve days. Twenty max. It’s difficult to find the origin of this hellish situation....