Umpikujassa

Antropomorfinen katkaisin, Kazimierz.

“My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me.”
“Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak.”
“What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?”
“I never know what you are thinking. Think.”

I think we are in rats’ alley
Where the dead men lost their bones.
- T.S.Eliot, The Waste Land