Naked City
Absinthe

Before going to sleep, I feel chills all over my body, it is a paralysis (certainly), but I can't quite understand what I should do to escape all this.

You know, my house is in the suburbs and it overlooks the street, and so I hear all sorts of things, someone getting into a fight, someone else yelling, broken glass, footsteps, something falls and then darkness... Could this be the cause of my insomnia? I don't know, but sometimes I have the impression that my world is the safest place I have, the one everyone runs away from. I try to leave the house and walk among the buildings, some are not yet built and so I can hear the wind passing through them better, and I feel small, I pray that no one comes toward me. Don't look at me, please, I'm just an animal, leave me in my shadow. Come away from the window and stay close to me, don't tell me to calm down, I'm not calm.

This darkness makes you small, my darkness makes you all small. That's what it is, it's when I go into one of those crappy bars, where I see people getting closer and closer, touching each other, they're stupid and happy, empty like my veins are sometimes, it's the pizza I eat from my parts, it's when I turn the corner and enter those streets, perhaps... Surely you don't know what I'm talking about but... Do you know those smelly streets, where sometimes your step is hindered by an iron beam? Where people don't even look you in the face when you meet them, there, I feel my life dying in those uncertain neon lights. And it's also that damned laugh, the one that petrified me as a child. Should I scrape away my scabs? Maybe tonight I'll sleep better. Let me eat something of you, slowly as good manners have taught me, I am your tourniquet, forget the charm and if you want, make me bleed...