illusion of mastery the boy could not sustain. now you have no image, no recollection of incidents, people, humiliations, that showed you how small, absurd you were-- but as if, in all things human hegemony breeds loathing soon all you can see is that the dependent, hungry, rage-ridden brain you inhabit is not a lens, not a prism you have flawlessly honed that transmits light, but this suffocating bubble that encases you, partial, mortal, stained with the creature that created it.sc