With the atrophying of the body life doesn’t tug at him so much. He feels hungry so he eats, and the sinuses are so blocked that the food has no taste; but anyway there’s no real appetite, not really. He sleeps because he must, but his sleep is mostly tentative, not deep or robust as it is on earth. Everything in his body seems to lack commitment to the cause of its animal life, as if there’s a cooling of systems, an efficient running-down of superfluous parts.
