As if blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope, that night alive in the signs and stars I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself - so like a brother really - I felt that I was happy and was happy again. For everything to be consummated, for me to feel less alone, my only wish is that there is a large crowd of spectators gathered at my execution and they greet me with cries of hate.
