Of course, I don't know
what it is all about. I sit here, and it
makes me very nervous.
I try to eat something, but I am too nervous. Inside there, that is where
they are. Behind the big sliding door. I can see them at the table. I
try not to imagine what they are saying.
My hands fidget and only afterwards do I notice them and try to control
them, but I have destroyed my napkin. I am always destroying napkins.
If someone wanted to get at the essence of what I am, at my funeral for
instance, they could say that I was always destroying napkins. That would
tell you what you needed to know. How I appeared to other people:
He was always the one over there, destroying his napkin. He is at God's
table now, fidgeting his goddamned hands.
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