[“Placed in the center of a perfectly empty arena, the accused man is questioned.” – Henri Michaux]
The questions echoing – deafening sounds, the words intertwined as in a fugue:
“Did you on the night of March 10…”
“How do you plead?”
“Knife wounds consistent with a high degree of passion…”
“Wounds … knife … the night …”
“Passion … passion … pleading …”
“the knife …”
He covers his ears with his hands, but his palm-flesh drums drums into his head the sounds of
“GUILTY!” “GUILTY!”
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