I once read an article which described a tormenting method of rehabilitation. The prisoner would be made accompany to the execution ground, believing that he is going to be killed. The people around him are executed by fire, while he is left alive.
That term forms the central theme of my literature. I feel as if I were that prisoner being accompanied.... Although the gun may never have been fired, the bullet of fear and repression has lodged inside my brain. I feel every intellectual lives with this kind of bullet in his brain.
My literature is narrated by two voices of the same person and is a portrait of what is percieved a psychosis, but if you carry that bullet, it is a portrait of normality.
Although on that execution ground almost everything important to him dies, his idealism, his understanding of the world, his work, and most poignantly his ability to love. The shattered fragments of his person attached themselves to a series of women, he envokes these relationships, which in turn bring forth some idiosyncratic reflections on memory, desire, imagination, and inevitably death.
Hopefully this gives you a better understanding. "A"
Submission date: 28sep11
