Everything is pitch black beyond the blue shimmer of the brick walls on either side of me, keep following the lights – that’s all you do for now. Feels like my larynx were decomposing from the inside out. Until that’s gone I shall try nothing at all. The walls at the end of the horizon … Read more
Nothing but pain and sound, that ringing – now the sound of death. It’s ghost familiar –it’s volume; presently more amplified. Blurred vision subsides as I rip my sticky eye lashes open. Red rocks in the corner of my view. Razor sharp, like the edges of primeval barbarian axes they stick up as the only … Read more
Foreword: The contents of this book could typically be read from left to right, yet it is a selection of the writers memoirs that he wrote down whenever he could – so feel free read at random. We do not know when he wrote what and he himself is confused about what number to put … Read more