After them will come millions of writers who only wrote with tears, with blood, with Substance P, with urine and adrenaline and dopamine and epinephrine, directly onto their organs with ulcers of fear, on their skin, excoriated with ecstasy. Each of them will carry their own skin, covered with writing, from which the Lord, gathering them together between the cover of birth and the cover of death, will create the great book of human suffering.
