They told me the days were passing and asked if I wanted a priest, then left when I laughed at them. Could they imagine a priest having anything to say in such a room? The guards now would not enter. They said that sometimes, when they did, they could not find me for a few minutes inside, even though the place was barely ten feet deep. They said that sometimes they got lost departing, as if the patterns of the walls were depthless and extrusive. It was understood that when the time came I would not be marched out, but that they should shoot me from outside the room, and then hose the whole place down until the colours ran.