Focus on a Sensation

(From 2012, Body class, unread, translated)

It started in the knee, at the beginning there was only pain but then it went away, substituted by something else, hot, I don't know, it went to the foot, later it rose to the left side and filled everything up to the right head.

An ultrasubtle itch at the edge of my head. It intesifies. An itch not even worth scratching, but in a thousand places, don't scratch, a halo of ethereal cotton all around. Sometimes it jumped from the hairs of the leg or the arm.

I tried to piss but I didn't have to go. I pushed. It intensifies. It's not there. I don't know. How I stayed on the ground. Everything is numbness. Way over there I see my breath and my pulse. I'm lying down. I look at an intersection in the ceiling. I stare. I don't look at anything else. I'm a rock in a field. A thousand years have passed. Suddenly there's Luís. He looks. Laughs maybe. Disappears forever. The focus is on the intersection. The focus of my sight becomes my periferal vision. Diana runs around. I am nothing. Wind hits me but I'm not of skin, I'm of stone. I feel more or I feel less. I don't know. I don't even know if I think. Nothing.

And it's over. As always. Fuck.