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Blended ice drink, empty corpse dragged along a desperately constructed cosmological pathway, all bright lights and lakes. The empty corpse moves at its own pace, showing the effort to maintain the integrity of its rapidly disintegrating limbs, skin and tissue coming away like land slipping into the sea. 

Dragged passed speeding cars and peoples hubub, they stop and stare at the spectacle. They can't help but look, and then look away. Flies are following at their pace in front and behind, buzzing and feeling feeding the frenzied atmosphere with their chaos and sound. 

Empty dizzy and non plussed, non the wiser, inward and wasting away, reverse growth becoming leaving traces of matter, cats appear at the clearing, where it is left, we are. 

They sniff at the mess, prowling around the whole scene, licking their lips and staring into the sunken eyeballs. The prowling moves in, and the threatening purrs grow louder and louder until they are almost coughing with partly open mouths and taut necks. Unbearable tension builds until one cat launches at a thigh, but the flesh has already fallen before they reach it, and the others move in at the same time, meeting brittle bone and bending cartilage. One laps at the silky wet piles of flesh on the gravelly floor, but this is clearly not enough.