How I wished during those sleepless hours that I belonged to a different nation, or better still, to none at all.

I felt that the decrepit state of these once magnificent buildings, with their broken gutters, walls blackened by rainwater, crumbling plaster revealing the coarse masonry beneath it, windows boarded up or clad with corrugated iron, precisely reflected my own state of mind.

Everything our civilization has produced is entombed.

How I wished during those sleepless hours that I belonged to a different nation, or better still, to none at all.

It is thanks to my evening reading alone that I am still more or less sane.

By all means be experimental, but let the reader be part of the experiment

I feel more and more as if time did not exist at all... only various spaces interlocking according to the rules of a higher form of stereometry[the geometric measurement of solid bodies], between which the living and the dead can move back and forth as they like, and the longer I think about it the more it seems to me that we who are still alive are unreal in the eyes of the dead.