lay motionless in bed, curled up like a hurt animal hiding its belly tenderful with organs. My stomach grumbled but I didn’t have the energy to do anything about it. My skin took on a gray cast. I began to enjoy the weakness that comes from self-deprivation, falling in and out of consciousness felt good, it was so me, I finally looked how I felt. Now I’m awake, now I’m not. Now I remember. Now I forget. I am vertical. Now I am not. I am a rag doll. Henry? Henners? Mr. Kissinger, where did you go?
