The αnhydrous opens the front door of his apartment. On the doormat is a bottle of water: "STATE WATER SUPPLY". He takes it and closes the door behind him. Next day. The man opens the front door of his apartment. On the doormat is a bottle of water: "STATE WATER SUPPLY". He takes it and closes the door behind him. Waiting for the next bottle, waiting for the end. Next day. Next day. Next day. Next day. The anhydrous opens the front door of his apartment. There is nothing on the doormat. The feeling of waiting, patience, human transcendence, self-sacrifice, the tragedy of water.
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