ABSTRACT
I’m in that pit and there’s no notches in the wall so I can’t get out. Then all of a sudden I’m out and I’m laughing and then it starts all over again, and it happens so much I’m confused. I was just this robot who didn’t have the capacity to feel. I hate being numb. I hate feeling, too, so why bother? There’s never any peace, never any rest. Always going, always going, no matter how slow it seems.
