“She suffers according to the digits of my hate. I hear the filaments of alabaster. I would lie down with them and lift my madness off like a wig. I would lie outside in a room of wool and let the snow cover me. Paris white or flake white or argentine, all in the washbasin of my mouth, calling “Oh.†I am empty. I am witless. Death is here. There is no other settlement.”
“No one to hate except the slim fish of memory that slides in and out of my brain.”
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