cryptical envelopment

When I was younger and wiser I tried to kill myself. Some days I think I succeeded, and all this is just electrostatic afterglow. Magnetic fields of memory; asynchronous sensory extrapolation of a disembodied soul.

Maybe I never actually left the hospital. Maybe the last seven years of my life have been a shadowplay – vegetable theater.

But why? Why Lucy – why Aliss? Why would a dead, dreaming man conjure himself a twin sister and an absent lover? And why in the hell would I let one of them send me back to this place?

Aliss, Aliss – don’t trust Lucy. Don’t let her near the mollydoll, if it finds its way back to you. Which I know it will.