Someone is cutting something
Before loneliness finally killed him, he saw strangers in his room. They broke down the door and brought in a naked, emaciated woman. Having sat her down on a chair, they left, and he remained lying on the sofa and looking at her. The woman’s head was twitching, her eyes were dull, her breasts were shriveled and hanging like empty bags. These two could not be saved. Everything we grow comes back to us.