W. sees me as an augur, cutting open his life in order to read the future. Cutting him open, lifting out his guts, spreading them on the table. – 'What do you see, fat boy?' What do I see, now I've eviscerated his life?
W. sees me as an augur, cutting open his life in order to read the future. Cutting him open, lifting out his guts, spreading them on the table. – 'What do you see, fat boy?' What do I see, now I've eviscerated his life?
