At last I feel identified with the mountains, clean, cold, hard, detached.
Reality had always been something of an unknown quantity to me.
Because of my fear that the daytime world would become real, I had to establish reality in another place.
I had never before met anyone who owned a telephone and believed in dragons.
I had a friend, a lover. Or did I dream it? So many dreams are crowding upon me now that I can scarcely tell true from false: dreams like light imprisoned in bright mineral caves; hot, heavy dreams; ice-age dreams; dreams like machines in the head.
To wait - only to wait - without even the final merciful deprivation of hope.Sometimes I think that some secret court must have tried and condemned me, unheard, to this heavy sentence.