Status Updates From Nahe dem Wilden Herzen

'Deep down the animal—disgusted her—she still had—desire to please—to be loved by someone as powerful as her dead aunt. To then walk all over her—to disown her without a second thought. Because the best phrase—goodness makes me want to be sick—It smelled of raw meat kept for too long. Without entirely rotting in spite of everything. It was freshened up from time to time—seasoned—enough to keep—lukewarm—quiet meat.'

È un processo lento e stancante, ma bellissimo