This piece is an excerpt from Until the Victim Becomes our Own, written by Dimitris Lyacos and translated into English by Andrew Barrett.
A day blotted out. And, if it ever really existed, it was already blotted out from the head, and the head slumped over the knees and the knees tilted down alongside the alien body, as sleep kept on flowing inside it. And right at that moment, when the body had finally found a way to stay still, never mind on what kind of bed, a thought ran through it again.
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