About the book: year / I pressed you to the door and began to kiss every abrasion, every bruise, broken lips, tortured eyes. You covered my hands with your hands, and I felt a slight trembling in your body. We slid down the wall. My breathing became unsteady, and angry tears burned my eyes. The back of my head ached from the realization of my own powerlessness. In the midst of this psychedelic hell, I held you in my arms, rocking you like a child, while your mind tried to find a compromise with the reality that had treated you so cruelly.