I watch the clouds, pleasant the rips and tendons of cloudI've lost nothingPleasant alone, I watch the floating lightMy animals are quiet, my heart never bangsI read in the evenings, there is no one to tell meWhat is expected or not expected of meI read in the evenings, there is no one to tell meThere is nothing required of meI'm at my last gasp, with this unendurable racketI kicked open the door, and stood before themSomeone called me grandad, and told me to button itYes they should button it, for I amOne of them told me, I was lucky to be aliveThat I would have to bear it, in order to pay for being aliveIn order to give thanks, for being aliveIt's a question of sleep, I need something of itHow can I remain alive, without any true restHaving no solace, no constant solaceNot even any damn thing, constant solaceI am strong, but not as strong as the bastards in the other roomAnd their tittering bitches, and their music, and their loveI'd change my life, perhaps, and live deliberatelyAt night, and slept in the dayBut what exactly would I do?What can be meant, by living in the dark?Well, I can sing on all you can singLullaby ScientistsNos stageBut 이 이 The NEXTHere tooHey, hey, heyIt's fairBlackI,はい Right nowIt's ankaNo one can spoilI meet my drinking companion and have a drink with her.She is a friendly woman, quite elderly, quite friendly.But she knows little of me.She could never know much of me, not really, not now.She's funny, she starts talking sexily to me.In the corner, without drinks, I laugh.She asked me about my early life when I was young.Never.Departing from her chosen subject.But I have nothing to tell her about the sexual part of my youth.I'm old, I tell her.My youth was somewhere else.Anyway, I don't remember.She doesn't talk anyway.I like to get back to my room.It has a pleasant view.I have one or two friends.Ladies.They ask me.Where I come from.I say of course.From the country.I don't see much of them.I sometimes wonder.If I think.I heard somewhere.About.How many thoughts go through the brain of a person.But I couldn't remember anything I'd actually thought for some time.It isn't something that anyone.Could ever tell me.Could ever reassure me about.Nobody could tell from looking at me.What was happening.But I'm still quite pretty.Really.Quite nice eyes.Nice skin.Will we meet tonight?I don't know.Come with me tonight.Where?Anywhere.For a walk.I don't want to walk.Why not?I want to go.Somewhere else.Where?I don't know.What's wrong with a walk?I don't want to walk.What do you want to do?I don't know.Do you want to go.Anywhere else?Yes.Where?I don't know.Do you want me to buy you a drink?No.Come for a walk?No.All right.I'll take you on a bus.To the town.I know a place.My cousin runs it.No.No.No.No.No.No.No.No.No.No.No.Yes.Yes.Yes.No.No.It's not about the house.I love my sister.Yeah.Ah.There you are, honey.¶¶