When you are a solitary kid you find an imaginary friend.

“You cannot disown what is yours. Flung out, there is always the return, the rec…”

“I realised something important: whatever is on the outside can be taken away at…”

“Poor me. There's nothing so sweet as wallowing in it is there? Wallowing is sex…”

“When my friend Melot set the trap, I think I knew it. I turned to death full fa…”