It Will Start Raining, The Body is Mine

A man was walking along the canal embankment and constantly repeated one phrase: "It Will Start Raining, The Body is Mine, Arms and Legs I Shall Chop". Harsh, rhythmically repeated words, which are not addressed to anyone, but time after time, claiming the right to own and manipulate their own, and possibly another’s body, captured attention. He was going my way, and all I had to do to enter the space of this alarums and excursions is slow down.