The roll of paper rolled toward me, to show me its other side. To rewrite my beginning from the start. This specific beginning of my own...

Be quiet now, be quiet now! Let’s talk a little among ourselves. That’s just how it happens. One pauses, you begin, your topic, my topic...

I have forgotten where the house is that... for the last thirty-five... years... in... my... steaming... Christmas... potatoes. And now the road to home. I find myself on the road to home. It is possible that I reside in a house. In a house that has been ongoing for thirty-five...

My little God... One might wonder if... Again... One might wonder if... There is a bad.... that says... My body... No... I must start from the beginning and define this specific state of mine... To define it... As the doctor told you... To delimit it.... With its content...

The mind folds back...