what is there left to try when you have tried the door and the window?
…i did not care much for good things to eat, but…
i no longer know what i’m doing, nor why, these are things that matter less and less
i don’t know: perhaps it’s a dream, all a dream
i can’t go on, i’ll go on (yet another reprise)
nothing to be done
don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that’s always been my motto
Yes, light, there is no other word for it.
my anger subsides…
…first lunch, then the lobster…
…i strut before my eyes, like a stranger