The tragedy is when everything is sick: from God to the last pebble everything is wrong somehow.
In tragedies people do things and than they die.
Tragedy is a sort of dramatic form with misfortune or bad deeds at the center.
A real life tragedy is however that I have have no milk for coffee tomorrow.
I will wake and I will despise my empty and cold fridge.
The day will not start. It will benign without me.
And naturally it is minus 40 degrees out, so I can not just buy a semi-pint of milk from MR and Mr vegetable man in my PJ-s.
The silent and objectless terror a winter morning.
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