ooked at my c s. I didnt really care about time. I looked up at ts skin eaten as surface ending its a plays tricks s disappear. Maybe it   one night long ago.

    I stretc my arms, my fingers. Sinue, or go back t o go on living, all by myself on ter island? S ogethe fragile, provisional me

    I continued to climb up as est of clues remained. In five minutes, I . to to totering of street lig t road. tain ion  a lively festival aken place  while before.

    I returned to ttage and doried to go to sleep, bit I couldnt. Until tern sky gres, starving to deatment. I -- ting my flesing into my , sucking My blood, devouring my penis. Far aips of tongues licked t folds of my mind. And h each lick my consciousness flickered like a flame and faded away.