The angry
The incapacitated
The full of shit
The too many drugs
The too much drink
The fatally confused
The terminally entitled
The poor
The lonely
The hungry
The sad
The fucked up on the street
The fucked up in the head
The hopeless
The helpless
The feckless

Eight feet above stage level, a rostrum.
On it, a woman, clearly visible, strapped to a board.
Arms and head strapped, to render her immobile.
She does not attempt to remain immobile but does not actively struggle against the constraints.
Delivery rapid but comprehensible.

— The Eye Machine, Eimear McBride

Let me in. Let me in. Let me in. Let us in.
And there is respite.