C A N C R O R E G I N A

» “ I write to you from a cell in the honeycomb, from a sphere launched into space…“ Exactly. The trouble is that I do not know what the poet meant by that cell of the honeycomb, but it is clear that I ought to change that honey into something a trifle more bitter. Month have now passed [millennia] since the death… since the murder […]. I am alone inside here, alone and without hope, somewhat as I was before I undertook this insane flight; yet worse than before, as my words will perhaps prove. Alone, not only with myself but also in the bowels of this by now hated, mocking enemy, whose course I can in no way hope to change.«

quoted from: march 30 log entry