Sometimes you stop in mid-sentence because you have completely forgotten what the beginning of the sentence was and how the end was to have been. Like a man walking in the countryside who shuts his eyes for a moment, then opens them to find himself on a shiny white floor stretching into nothingness. He closes his eyes again but cannot recollect anything of his life or of who he is. Better perhaps to lie down on the white floor, to curl up and die. Except that here even this possibility does not exist.