ONCE IN A WHILE I NEED TO HEAR THAT I'M O.K

CAN YOU TELL ME THAT I'M O.K




inwards



"I stick my finger into existence---It smells of nothing. Where am I?
What is this thing called the world? Who is it who has lured me into the
thing, and now leaves me here? How did I come into the world?
Why was I not consulted?"