I walked for many hours. I wasn’t sure where I wanted to go, but there was nothing else for me to do but keep walking.

Everything was very confusing in my head; I was thinking of anything but reality, so as not to realize how absurd what I was doing was. We are nothing at all, I contemplated, just a small portion of Being.

With our minds, relentless judicial authority, accountable nowhere. Our selective memory legitimizes the actions. And the body fights for redemption from the guilt of failing to live as the heart dictates.

And death, omnipotent and omnipresent, distributing the rations of pleasure. And undeterred, I continued my path to nowhere.

[Excerpt from the text on the back cover of the edition]