When perception becomes prey to the world, staying alive is the longest, most agonizing torture. Every time the brass bell in the general store rings, it tears at the boundary between sanity and madness. And that shadow that always has its back to me: is it a shield protecting me, or a chain locking me in place? Here, death is never the end. The true torture is watching, fully aware, as “yourself” slowly dissolves inch by inch amid the eerie routines of everyday life.
