The hellish hurricane, which never rests,Here is shelter from the noise and bother outside. Here is all that I have ever wanted. Here is how I shall die, knowing the greatest pleasure that our bodies can give us. My partner is tender, she is sweet, she thinks like I do, and I will share with her everything, for there is nothing to regret now, no morning after, no need to die lonely.
drives on the spirits with its violence:
wheeling and pounding, it harasses them.When they come up against the ruined slope,
then there are cries and wailing and lament,
and there they curse the force of the divine.--Dante Inferno
There are other humans all around--that poor lunatic who hastens his end and goes alone, that old miser, all sorts of people. I even have a friend next door to me, but tonight he is feasting, and if I were as bloated as him, I wouldn't be capable of much. Each to our pleasures, I suppose.
I, for one, am not thinking much of the future. My doctor told me that I wouldn't live more than three years, and must be careful not to pass the virus to others. It's all moot now, though. There's no more three years to live in, no need to fear for others.