Nebojša Stijačić

The water reached up to our necks, and very soon, over our heads. The mountains became islands and the islands became hills in the darkness of the deep. The palms became sea anemones and the sea anemones remained what they were. The Wall Street was still full of sharks. Venice floated a while longer, and then… If a global catastrophe is a state of mind, then music is the raft.