I contribute to the story because no
doubt there will be plenty of theses on who I am.
My life is clear and named
just like my books are named.
I’m also alone, like you, voyeur. And
I also wince if someone
sees me. I’m looking you in the eyes. We both know
the question. Who kills? Who remains? Who
looks? This one, who furiously tears off
his clothes to be innocent, isn’t
this a pretense? Your heart beats because my
blood beats. Wrong. My heart beats because your
blood beats. You have the same right as me,
who is your guardian angel, your monster.