Preface:
I discovered these pages inside a battered wood box, half-buried in an empty, derelict flat. The writing is blurred, with numerous words rubbed out—somebody attempted to erase portions of a burdening truth. No name or date appears anywhere on these pages, but remnants of memories, ideas, and words are not mine to own. I don’t know whether you will read something truthful or a product of the fantasies of an existence lost to the void.