Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

           Atothertimeshe’stheonewithnoname.

           Ononeofmyvisits,whenIaskedwhohewas,hesaid,"Idon’tknowwhoIam.Ifeelhollow."

           Iaskedhimtotellmeaboutit.

           "WhenI’mnotasleepandnotonthespot,"hesaid,"it’slikeI’mlyingfacedownonasheetofglassthatstretchesoutforever,andIcanlookdownthroughit.Beyondthat,inthefarthestground,itseemslikestarsofouterspace,butthenthere’sacircle,abeamoflight.Itsalmostasifit’scomingoutofmyeyesbecauseit’salwaysinfrontofme.Aroundit,someofmypeoplearelyingincoffins.Thelidsaren’tonthembecausethey’renotdeadyet.They’reasleep,waitingforsomething.Therearesomeemptycoffinsbecausenoteveryonehascomethere.Davidandtheotheryoungoneswantachanceatlife.Theolderoneshavegivenuphope."

           "Whatisthisplace?"Iaskedhim.

           "Davidnamedit,"hesaid,"becausehemadeit.Davidcallsit‘theDyingPlace.’"