#for bread alone

People passed by me on all sides, but there was no question of speaking to any of them, nor did they speak to me. I was among them, but far from them.

She took my head between her hands, the way I would have taken a small bird so as not to injure it.

I feel as If I were being torn to pieces inside my body.

Each day I am growing harder and gloomier.

At night, life took on the flavour of eternity.

She lay like someone who had been dragged out of the sea.

A taste of decay.