and I realized I was breaking the binding with the pressure of both hands as if I wanted to tear the book in half.
I broke the back of it, ripped out a handful of pages, and flung them and the book across the room to the corner where the broken records were.
I let it lay there and its torn white tongues were laughing because I couldn't understand what they were saying.
I've got to try to hold onto some of the things I've learned. Please, God, don't take it all away.
October 10Usually at night I go out for walks, wander around the city. I don't know why. To see faces, I guess.
Last night I couldn't remember where I lived. A policeman took me home.
I have the strange feeling that this has all happened to me beforea long time ago.
I don't want to write it down, but I keep reminding myself that I'm the only one in the world who can describe what happens when it goes this way.
Instead of walking I was floating through space, not clear and sharp, but with a gray film over everything.
I know what's happening to me, but there is nothing I can do about it.
I walk, or just stand on the sidewalk and watch people go by.
Some of them look at me, and some of them don't but nobody says anything to meexcept one night a man came up and asked if I wanted a girl.
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