We pull up to a four-way crossroads. The world turns grey. There is an off-white, dirty shingled house on the edge of the shadows. The car shutters and stops. We get out and walk inside the house to use the bathroom.
The following excerpts are from journal entries from the late 1990s-early 2000s. I spent the next few days in a psychosis, on the edge of a breakdown. Jasin was also having his own problems. The house became more disturbed. While he was showering, something shoved him so hard, he fell.