The Misunderstood Eccentric Philosopher

“I lie on the floor, washed by nothing and hanging on. I cry at night. I am afraid of hearing voices, or a voice. I have come to the edge, of the land. I could get pushed over.” ― Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye
“I lie on the floor, washed by nothing and hanging on. I cry at night. I am afraid of hearing voices, or a voice. I have come to the edge, of the land. I could get pushed over.” 
― Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye