These things happen. And I got the consequence of it, a father who doesn't love me. I don't know why I'm even wondering about this, probably because I yearn on some level to be miserable. The deeper I sink, the better I feel. You may as well cover me with tar, the whole world is pitch dark anyway.
Feathers swirl in the air where snowflakes used to fall.
I'm all alone in a strange world, with no name and no mother of my own. Perhaps she died from alcohol. Maybe she was killed in the war. I haven't see her, and I've been everywhere, a dis- placed person. Horrid rumours have reached me.