I want you to understand me. I come from one or two regions beyond the blurry pasture. The dark pines are engraved with the bold eyes of my sleep. Here I am, new to this day.
What should I do?
I will dress, eat, drink my coffee, then take a local train far far into the suburbs where the concrete apartment buildings stand like water birds in a swamp and I will climb to the roof of a building I do not know and I will sit there for a time.
The world is barbarous and filled with shadows. It’s proper to find a neutral spot where you can think about it.
Planet of the Blind 