Apocalypse of Jude

The steeple’s bells begin to toll the violet hour, telling Jude to hurry up and that it is time. Behind his back, the late evening light is casting a pall of fading purple and scarlet sunlight onto the face of the seven peaks, while above him, the purple-pink mackerel sky is beginning to turn grey, as over the ocean the sun sinks lower unto its death. The bells continue their tolling.

/hurry up please its time/ /hurry up please its time/

He eventually lets his fishing stick fall into the river below, lights a cigarette and then turns to shuffle forward towards his confession.

Wasteland Mix: Fragment 53