Schmerz ist Wahrheit; alles andere wird angezweifelt. - J. M. Coetzee

as to who among us is a ghost and who not I have nothing to say: it is a question we can only stare at in silence, like a bird before a snake, hoping it will not swallow us.

It was from the Chicago stockyards that the Nazis learned how to process bodies.

But more often in the very act of caressing her I am overcome with sleep as if polelaxed, fall into oblivion sprawled upon her body, and wake an hour or two later dizzy, confused, thirsty. These dreamless spells are like death to me, or enchantment, black, outside time.