C240 I Have No Time for You

It was slippery and watery, as if stepping on mud. It felt smooth, unobstructed, sometimes shrinking, sometimes loosening.

"..."

The bright sunlight shined over my small and cramped room. From outside the window, I could hear the noise coming from the street. Today was Sunday, so the street was very lively.

The room was filled with the most primitive desires of humanity