Chapter 2 The end is near
Every time a thought would come to mind, it would stay put. I wouldn't taste it in my mouth; the sour or sweetness of it drove me mad. There, the thought lay in a dark and crowded place, never to be heard of again.
I was no better than a plant, something either to admire or to eventually let die away. It did not matter, I was weak. And though I let it all get to me, I regretted it.
The man from my mother's life will be the death of my humanity. I still have the feeling of her regret grinding at my teeth; it stinks up my