A JOURNAL OF EXTREMITY

Foreman, On Losing

"It's like being in a deep dark nothing, like out at sea, with nothing over your head or under your feet, just nothing, nothing but nothing. A horrible smell came with it, a smell I hadn't forgotten, a smell of sorrow. You multiply every sad thought you ever had, it wouldn't come close to this and then I looked around and I was dead. That was it. I thought of everything I worked for, all the money I hid in safe-deposit boxes, you know how paper burns when you touch it, it just crumbles. That was my life. I looked back and I saw it crumble, like I'd fallen for a big joke."

Eli Lotar, La Villette Abbatoir

Otomo, Akira

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