"Why do you meet me in dreams
When my mind is dark and-
Thick with vivid imagination."
"His voice is like a muffled spray of grey sunlit dust."
"I can't help but count the flies in the encrusted light above me. I wonder when the knife will withdraw - so that I can run. But it never does."
"I should never have smiled back."
"Why did I tell him my name?"
"When will I die?"