“This mirror inside me shows.I can’t say what, but I can’t not know.I run from body. I run from spirit.I do not belong anywhere.”

“All day I think about it, then at night I say it.Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?I have no idea.My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that,and I intend to end up there. Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?I cannot stop asking.If I could taste one sip of an answer,I could break out of this prison for drunks.I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way.Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.”

“You had better run from me. My words are fire.”

“Run from what's comfortable. Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I'll be mad.”

“I am not from east or westnot up from the groundor out of the oceanmy place is placelessa trace of the tracelessI belong to the beloved”

“Unfortunately, I can’t run from my heart. It hurts, deep inside my body. And I know I’ll never be the same.”

“You run back and forth listening for unusual events,peering into the faces of travelers."Why are you looking at me like a madman?"I have lost a friend. Please forgive me.”