‘Extreme tiredness.’ – ‘Extreme, how extreme – you can write can’t you?’ – ‘Only because tiredness has gathered itself up; only because it’s folded itself into one who can write of tiredness. Of tiredness? No: tiredness writes. Tiredness speaks of itself, of its coming to itself.’ – ‘But you’re still writing.’ – ‘As the avatar of tiredness. As its proxy, one born in the instant to be unravelled in the instant. Born to write and then to fade. I will not last – do you think I will last?’