She says: I don’t want to know anything the way you do, with that...– The Malady of Death, Marguerite Duras
Raw meat with lime juice, jalapenos, salt and pepper. A little roughage, usually spinach or barley or some whole wheat cracker bread. Sometimes a banana and peanut butter. Skim milk. Water. The rare chocolate croissant, stolen from work out of spite and boredom. Cigarettes. Coffee. Sleep consists of several 10 minute cat naps during the day and five hours of dreamlessness when it is dark. I put...