My right ear lobe is swollen with puss and blood. Sat in
front of the red plastic squirrel of Action for the Blind, I'm
pondering on the imminent decay of my body. Another
type of suffering I'm unfamiliar with and which remains
to be discovered, pretty much completely.
I also ponder in exactly the same way, with equal interest
though with less precision, on the rot and the decline of
Europe.
Ravaged by disease, the body no longer hopes for peace.
Women's hands - gone useless. Still desirable, however.
trns. by D. Grass and T. Mathews
