...a deathly serenade...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
as business problems. What business? I sensed
his heaven and time amongst Olga’s breasts was
being rudely interrupted by his wife. Which
meant that The Professor lagged behind as we
walked up the stairs into Yashu’s studio. I realise
now that guilt played no role in The Professor’s
relationship with his mistress, as he never tried to
quell his indignation, even in the presence of
Yashu and I. Yashu’s Mother ignored everybody
else and instead mostly seemed concerned with
whether Yashu had been attending his
appointments with Doctor Benway. Yashu was
irritated by this and by his Mother’s surprise
presence. But he continued to show us his halffinished
masterpiece, formally known as The
Joke and now renamed Heaven. The halffinished
painting, horns and angel wings, seemed
more like the Yashu of old and less like that of
his work in his Life exhibition. The Professor,
scoffed from near the door. As if to one-up any
further competition for further Artistic
enlightenment, particularly from Leila, I thought.
Yashu then informed us that he had decided that
he would be traveling to Asia, China and Japan
for the purpose of achieving Satori: A prayer
here, a prayer there, everywhere a sermon. As the
sun sets in the sky, I remember his explanations
of the Gateless Gate and these Buddhist teachings.
Searching for a new beauty, The Professor was
more interested in finding out why Yashu had
not married yet. Yashu instead swatted away
these queries and changed the subject. I knew
Yashu had perhaps some regular sexual
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