That's what hell must be like, small chat to the babbling of Lethe about the good old days when we wished we were dead.

Silence and darkness were all I craved. Well, I get a certain amount of both. They being one.

The new light above my table is a great improvement. With all this darkness around me I feel less alone. (Pause.) In a way. (Pause.) I love to get up and move about in it, then back here to... (hesitates) ...me. (Pause.)

I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.

That passed the time. It would have passed in any case. Yes, but not so rapidly.

...and a dream away in space with neither her nor there where all the footsteps ever fell can never fare nearer to anywhere nor from anywhere further away. Nor for in the end again by degrees or as though switched on dark falls there again that certain dark that alone certain ashes can. Through it who knows yet another end beneath a cloudless sky of a last end if ever there had to be another absolutely had to be.

They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.