The world is mine, sang Kleinzeit. Sister loves me and the world is mine.
Cobblers, said Hospital. Nothing is yours, mate. Even you aren’t yours. You least of all are yours. Listen.
Tantara, said the distant horn. Coming closer, love. Wham! A to B with fireworks and shooting lights. Hoo hoo, called a black hairy voice offstage.
See what I mean? said Hospital.
That was a short high, said Kleinzeit.