A drunk police officer at a whore bar
“Funerals aren’t a right, these mongrels do not deserve any type of ceremony, they are parasites”
He gives me a number.
A man takes me through a series of administrative offices.
In the morgue’s antechamber, there are two corpses piled up on a wheelbarrow.
You have 10 minutes. Here is a torchlight. He opens the door to a small room filled with bodies, bones, decomposed flesh at different stages. The people are chaotically stacked to fill the room’s 3 dimensions to its near totality. There a thin tunnel where the living can circulate. He locks the door behind me. I shoot without seeing.