Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame.

slow realization that the world is not for me, and that for whatever reason, I will never be happy and honest and the same time. brimming, always producing and hoarding more and more love inside but there is no release. table, ivory elephant charm, rainbow, onion, hairdo, mollusk, violence, cuticle, melodrama, ditch, honey doily... none of it moves me

 the first time he watched someone put to death - a murderer, whose throat was slit by a member of the victim's family - the sight made him sick.  For many nights thereafter, his sleep was dazzled by nightmarish visions.  He started awake more than once, shouting like a man possessed.  But time has passed, and scaffolds have come to seem more and more a part of ordinary life, so much so that the citizens of Kabul grow anxious at the thought that an execution might be postponed...the light of this man's conscience had gone out.  He drops off the moment he closes his eyes, he sleeps soundly until morning and he wakes up, his head an empty jug.

And your curious life with me
will be told so often
that no one will believe
you grew old