I don’t read books. That’s not the right thing for me. I stand up. It’s better to move. I hear the thunder. Someone’s angry. This room is the chamber of calamity. I have had my rest in it. Now calamity will rain down on me and doubt and restlessness will drench me through. I must go out and meet the inevitable. I am swimming all alone. I try to scream but the water only flows into my mouth. There are times when I simply love to eat.
*** 17 MAY MMXXVI. COPYRIGHT EDITRA AND THE AUTHORS.
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