The dark birds are still hovering over us, X tells me. They’re still alive, still starving. They’re just waiting for the order to swoop, like in Lord of the Rings or something. We need to work together, he tells me, I need your help.
Everyone carries a room about inside him. This fact can even be proved by means of the sense of hearing. If someone walks fast and one pricks up one's ears and listens, say in the night, when everything round about is quiet, one hears, for instance, the rattling of a mirror not quite firmly fastened to the wall.
Notes for a fragmentary novel entitled The Moment, linked at the top of the page.
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