He felt like he was going insane, that the madness and true bottomlessness of despair would never end, that he would be caught like this, falling ever down, into a succession of plugholes of infinite blackness. He felt pain, actual physical pain in his heart, and his nails drew blood from his skin. He tried to imagine himself, how he had looked in a mirror every day and saw that same old same old, and he couldn’t even remember that.
