The full of shit
The too many drugs
The too much drink
The fatally confused
The terminally entitled
The fucked up on the street
The fucked up in the head
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.