Explanation of the book
I think about who will come and save me from this agony of death, who will be able to live with the smell of death that wafts from my small pores, who will be able to rein in the sound of death inside my head, who will pull me out of its cocoon that is about to finish me off and kill me. I think and think and think without satisfactory answers or convincing results, so I spin in the mill of ideas and come to the corridors of questions