It is like you are sick. It is no longer possible to hold something clearly in your head and to make a decision one way or the other. There are great machines, hidden, drumming their awful repetitions, burning into and stopping up the grey matter of the brain. There are times when the room you live is like hell, and then it is back again, exactly as it was. You can't control this. People survive as best they can, and sometimes they disappear. Casual cruelty is omnipresent, accompanied by terr...
