“We’re getting you out of here,” the specialist told him. “You are not doing well in here.” She knew that—what could she do? They had become Disaster People. At some point they had stopped living life, and started living something called Life-and-Death. How could she help him, what could she do? Blood, bones, wounds—she had used these things. You don’t understand, she heard herself explaining to his body, don’t you know that you’re a metaphor?
