"The voids of my skull filled the void so that at the very moment, after a short thought of the void, my eyes closed firmly and tried to think of this state as something that should produce the emotions of friendliness, calmness, or ultimately indifference. The absence of images, tones, scents, tastes, the absence of light, darkness or any sensational associations that could capture realistic images or predictions of trapped lioness long-consumed thoughts: all that was beautiful, the same moment the aborted idea of the dead, after which I suddenly opened eyes and silently groaned a few times, thinking of a doctor, in his room, at fifty euros I would leave gently at the jumbo, thinking of the remaining twenty, with whom I would have to order a smelly beer instead of whiskey. "
