One learns to live with a permanent state of disquietude. Each new laceration of the spirit accelerates the process of internal bleeding through which all notions of meaning, desire, ambition, understanding, acceptance, and dignity haemorrhage and empty into implacable oblivion.
One learns to accept this. To embrace it and raise a glass to the floating corpse that bears an eerie resemblance to the man in the mirror.

Banish all yearning!
Banish the thought of another, alternative fate.
It is available to so many others and I can see it, you protest. Ha, but do they have your deficiencies? Are they as insufficiently
human.

And should you ask me about that Optimism
whose details now escape me,
that can be visited only in memory
in passing
as a formal courtesy,
whose passionate clarity could see riotously colourful reprieves
from an eternity of desperation.
Should you ask me such damnfool questions,
I would spit on your face,
laugh at you,
mock you
and ask you to leave me alone.

Algo en ese silencio delineó los contornos de mi esperanza.

El hogar. El más extraño y alienante de los espacios. ¡Mira más allá de la abrumadora familiaridad de las paredes! ¡Trata de no respirar en el polvo, el estancamiento y la culpa! ¡No te ahogues en el sólido vacío!
El hogar. Donde podemos golpear desesperadamente una puerta cerrada con llave, golpear durante horas, pero nadie te abrirá la puerta a un pasado muerto, cuyas imágenes holográficas te atormentan ahora con su familiaridad artificial.
El hogar: donde toda pasión intensa se disipa en una nada domesticada. 
El hogar, donde moriremos de una muerte inquietante pero cómoda.

IMAGINE Yoko Ono.
Invite the unknown, the
-as yet-
undead.

Listen, quietly, to the
sound of your life turning.
Turning in its grave.
Shhh!

Listen to a heartbeat.
Listen to your heartbeat.
Listen,
as a feather
crashes loudly on asbestos.
Listen, with curious, accepting ears.
Como un toro escuchando su muerte.
Vale.
Listen. Escucha.
Shhh.

Somewhere, somehow, with great finality, a pin drops.
Somewhere, somehow, as a result, we all go deaf.