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Cold Road Tears

2009-05-28

‘Why are you always in hospital?’

‘Because I’m very often sick.’

‘You’re sick too often.’

Harkoff didn’t say anything.

‘Why won’t you stop?’

‘I’ve got nothing left.’

‘That’s an awful thing to say. Even if that were true, you’d have more opportunity to do anything.’

‘I don’t know.’

‘You’re killing yourself, Plel. Stop it. Stop this, you’re not a tool, you don’t have to do this, you’re not Noska’s personal device.’

‘I’m already dead.’

‘Stop it!’

‘I’ve got nothing left, I have no mind, I am more alive than ever when I can have a surer purpose than I can see the sky is blue, my life has more meaning than anything I can understand.’

‘Stop smoking.’

‘Why?’

The ceilings are white. The ceilings always irradiate a slow painful white.

‘I don’t know who you are.’