I have been living this way for some time now, semi-detached from the world. Reality is something that happens beyond these walls. And you would be correct if you were to call it an essentially parasitical existence. And yes, I do sleep during the day and that means that my curtains are drawn but that is because I am too terrified to sleep at night and that’s with a dose of sleeping pills that would knock most people out for a week. I have a friend. His name is Nobby. He is a ninety three year old war veteran. I need to spend as much time as possible with him and when he leaves, I’m leaving too. So please, just leave me alone until then. I don’t want to live like this. Who does? The only human being with whom I have regular contact with is Nobby. I do not know what I shall do if anything happens to him. I do not think I shall survive it. In fact I do not intend to survive it.
The Unvarnished Truth