Passage

Where are we? Have we fallen into a forest or the middle of a desert? No leaf stirs if there is a cricket, it is silent. The air is stifling. The air is a bewildered grey dizzy in the whirlpool of silence. Were we hurled by the wave of an atom bomb: to the dark side of the moon? Were we condemned with no return, to hell! But: why? "For what sin?" We are lost. We are lost! Hear my weeping! My soul! My heart! Where are your hands?...